Seven knives were beaten by fifty military sticks and could only lie on the bed.
With this injury, he was able to walk and ride a horse, so he missed two important battles.
I could only listen to the return of the battle of Ah Cheng and tell him about the previous things.
Emperor Han fled east in the name of moving the capital, but the Bijian army was unstoppable.
The idea of stopping the Blue Blade Army to the west of Pingjing City was completely shattered, and Emperor Han could only continue to flee eastward.
Fang Xiang was very old and died of illness on the way.
When Emperor Han fled to Luocheng, without the restraint of his father, the son of Fang Xiang could no longer suppress his ambitions.
Emperor Han was the son of Fang Xiang, and half a month later, Emperor Han collapsed.
When the news came out, Zhusheng went down to the next two cities without encountering resistance.
The Blue Blade Army is menacing, but Zhujun has the name of "God of War" and "Benevolent Lord" at the same time.
The surrendered city was not burned and plundered, but on the contrary, it was well governed.
Fan Bo often accompanies Zhujun, showing his ambition in his chest, attracting many talented people to defect to Zhujun.
In the past, the resistance was for "loyalty", but now that Emperor Han has collapsed, except for the Fang family, who is loyal to the people who steal the country.
The speed at which the Blue Blade Army advanced was even faster than Zhusheng thought.
By the time the seven knives healed, it was just in time for the last big battle.
Fang Xiang has been in business for more than 30 years, and the last troops are all here.
Seven knives finally didn't miss this battle.
Takesheng ordered seven knives as a striker.
This battle is sure to be won, and the more you charge ahead, the greater your chance of obtaining the head of the Fang Thief.
Zhujun made it clear that he wanted to give this credit to the Seventh General.
But the crowd was not convinced.
Qidao is the first fierce general under Zhujun, that is, he has no lover relationship with Zhujun, and he is also the descendant of Zhujun's lineage, and the henchman of his henchmen.
It is that Fan Bochang does not have the slightest intention of letting his son-in-law compete with Qidao for the limelight, such as Han Yi, a general who has only joined the gang halfway, and he is more informed and interested in taking the initiative to take the wrong step.
Among the generals with heads and faces in the Blue Blade Army, Han Yi was the highest-born.
His vision is naturally not comparable to others.
He had long understood that the rise of Zhujun was unstoppable like luck.
And Zhujun is not such a short-sighted bandit leader, she has been laying out and balancing since a long time ago.
Han Yi once thought that these were all Fan Bochang's wrists.
But after getting along with Zhusheng for a long time, he has found that Zhusheng has a lot of respect for Fan Bochang and is almost obedient to him in internal affairs.
But Zhusheng has never been Fan Bochang's puppet, and the direction of the entire Blue Blade Army is determined by Zhusheng himself.
The world-famous Fan Bochang bowed down to the prime minister.
This woman is only a peach and plum year, and for an unmarried girl, she is naturally very old.
But from the perspective of human life, it is really young.
But the vision, bearing and wrist she showed were by no means like what a young man could have.
When Han Yi talked to her, he often forgot her age, and in a trance, he had the illusion that the person in front of him was a veteran for many years.
Before the battle array, he couldn't help but look at Zhusheng and then at the Seven Swords.
This pair of little lovers is younger than the other, but they are like a pair of unsheathed treasure knives, shining brightly.
Zhujun's side, cultural governance and martial arts, there are capable people.
These people are centered on Zhujun, and they gather more and more.
Zhujun, who is surrounded by stars and moons, how far will she go?
For a moment, Han Yi suddenly felt a sense of loss that he was already old.
But the war drums beat up, the heroic Zhujun pulled out her famous green-bladed treasure knife, and the blade moved forward, when her deep voice shouted the penetrating "kill", Han Yi's heart suddenly rose with pride.
Literati and military generals, what they want in their lives is nothing more than to bring their skills to the emperor's family.
The most regrettable thing is that it is rare to meet the master in my life.
There is no longer any doubt about the appearance of the Bamboo Monarch.
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It is the luck of a lifetime to meet the hero, why is the hero short of breath.
He, Han Yi, is only in his early forties, how can he fight for another twenty years.
If you don't believe it, you can't leave a name in history In that battle, Zhusheng did not use the green blade.
When the green blade finally became hers completely, when she had the spiritual power in her body, and then held the green blade in her hand, the power of the green blade was different from before.
It is no longer suitable for use on mortal battlefields.
It's too powerful and easy to get hurt by mistake.
The green blade, after all, is a magic weapon, it is not a mortal soldier.
With an eager heart, Zhusheng refined it, but he didn't want it to be such a result.
When she had tried the power of the Green Blade alone in no one's place, Hitomi heard her sigh.
She stroked the green blade, full of guilt.
"I'm sorry I wronged you" But even if Zhusheng is armed with mortal soldiers, he is also terrifying on the battlefield.
Although her cultivation is not high, her spiritual power is naturally infused with the blade, and when the soldiers reach her hands, they also become extraordinary.
Cang Tong was dressed in black, and his shadow generally stood on the outer edge of the battlefield, staring at Zhusheng.
It is a basic principle that monks must not meddle in mortal wars.
If a monk breaks the rules and others know about it, he will be punished.
But let her be there here.
Anyway, there won't be any other monks here, and who will take care of her Her cultivation is so low, she has created a foundation here, relying more on her own wisdom, experience and skill, her cultivation is at most only to bring her some advantages on the battlefield, and it cannot play a decisive role.
In this Xiao Jiuhuan, the only one who has the position and ability to interfere with her pupils does not control her thoughts at all.
On the contrary, he wanted to do whatever she wanted.
In her life, she has been bound by him for too long, and she has never been free and arbitrary.
In the years when he was like glue with her, she did seem to be very happy, and her eyebrows exuded the beautiful brilliance of a woman.
But that's far from being comparable to her current demeanor.
In this world, her flying look has nothing to do with gender.
She's just doing what she wants to do as a person.
The way she looked made it impossible for the pupils to take their eyes off.
Some soldiers didn't know who he was, and rushed towards him fiercely with their swords.
The blade had broken off before it could touch his body, and the soldier was shocked and flew out, rolling on the ground, looking at the man with dark green eyes in horror.
Immediately, he was stabbed through by the tip of the spear of the Blue Blade Army.
The few Blue Blade Soldiers glanced at the blue eyes, their eyes were filled with fear, and the tip of their spears turned and killed the enemy.
The pupils didn't pay any attention to them at all.
The blades on the battlefield are connected, and the fighting roar is automatically filtered by him.
His vision is focused on only one person.
What he saw touched him and reminded him of many memories of his early life.
At one point, she concealed his wife's identity and joined the army to serve, fighting to the death for the survival of humanity on the same battlefield as him.
Those passionate years are unforgettable.
After every great battle, it is always difficult for boiling blood to cool.
No one knows about her relationship with him.
He always used his identity and authority to allocate space for a tryst with her.
When he returned from the war, he always couldn't wait to see her.
In the cramped, sealed compartments of the battleship, he still remembered the salty and humid air and the rapid breathing.
She had just taken off her combat uniform, and she hadn't had time to take a shower.
There is a salty smell of sweat on the skin.
He was thinking in the darkness of her appearance on the battlefield, which made his already boiling blood even hotter, faster, fiercer, and fiercer.
The passion after the killing is particularly flavorful.
Later, in order to give birth to an heir, she gave up her status as a warrior and returned to her family, becoming a gentle and elegant wife, and he sometimes remembered those years of quietly avoiding others on the battleship, as if she had an affair with each other.
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But Cangtong knew that he would never have such a strong desire and undiminished passion again.
He's no longer flesh and blood, and he's not even human.
Even if he held her in his arms, he couldn't feel her softness.
His touch on her also lost its meaning.
As a man who used to be amorous and self-admiring, he fell to such a point, Cangtong could not go crazy, in the past because he still had the idea of looking for her to support, and now it is because he got what he wanted, and he just wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
With her for a day, he won't go crazy for a day. until he accompanied her through this life.
When the remnant sun is like blood, the earth is like blood.
The Blue Blade Army fought a decisive battle with the Fang clan for three days, and defeated the Fang family's army.
Han Guo took advantage of the fire to rob, Feng Guo took advantage of the weakness to enter, and the Fang family usurped the throne and stole the country, who expected that in the end, they would make wedding clothes for others.
Everyone knows that the country of Han is Zhujun's from now on.
The man in black and the blue eyes led the horse for Zhujun and crossed the battlefield.
The men who cleaned the battlefield bowed in awe to the woman on the horse.
Back in front of her tent in the camp, the setting sun had stretched the shadow of the person long.
Cang Tong raised his hand to Zhusheng.
Zhusheng stretched out his hand, and was about to put it on his hand, and the sound of galloping horses' hooves and the loud sound of seven knives was heard in the distance.
"Sister" With his shout, a round object was thrown at her with the sound of the wind.
Zhu Sheng grabbed it, and it turned out to be a fresh head.
Blood from the broken neck splattered on her face, like plum blossoms in the snow.
The pupil's hand was empty.
The seven-knife horse galloped over and did not rein in until it rushed in front of Takesheng's eyes.
The horse neighed and raised its front hooves high.
Immediately, the ironclad boy was fierce and sharp, and his young and tough face was flying with a clear sense of pride and expectation.
His smile was full of life, strong muscles taut under his suit, and gurgling veins under his skin.
The blood was hot, still boiling, and the heart in the chest would beat.
He jumped off the horse, reached out and grabbed Zhusheng's waist, picked her off the horse, and hugged her.
"The head you wanted, I gave it to you" There seemed to be an impatient fire in his eyes.
Takesheng laughed, threw the head to the pro-soldiers, and hugged the seven knives with his backhand.
Seven Swords had been empty for many days, and finally with her permission, his eyes were scorching, and he rushed into the tent with her in his arms.
The soldiers were stunned.
I knew that the Seventh General was bold, and I never thought that even Zhujun would be so arrogant.
The two of them disappeared, leaving behind a scorching air, which made people's faces and bodies burn in panic.
It took a while to come back to his senses, and he hurriedly took the reins from Mr.
Cangtong's hand and took Zhujun's war horse away.
The sun sets and the moon rises, and the stars are sparse.
Cang Tong stood outside Zhusheng's tent door, motionless.
Zhusheng opened the magic weapon ban, so that her military tent was isolated from other people's divine senses, but it could not stop the spread of the voice.
With the hearing of the pale pupils, no matter how thick the tent wall is, it can't block anything.
He knew that Qidao was a little lover raised by Bamboo, but after all, it was the first time he faced it directly.
Through the door, she could be heard chuckling.
Her moans sounded beautiful and pleasant, as if she could feel her whole body relaxed.
Cangtong was so familiar with her that she could even imagine her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her toes tightened.
Cang Tong no longer has a body, only a cold body, but his soul seems to be thrown into boiling oil.
It turns out that through a door, I know that my lover is in the clouds and rain with someone else Hitomi stood outside the door, clenching her fists. gd1806102: