The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

A familiar voice sounded from behind:

"Waiting for me to kill you, right? Hahaha! Come on!"

As the words fell, a figure passed by, and the familiar figure jumped into his eyes. Xiao Yiming's breathing seemed to stagnate at this moment.

That was the person he was willing to sacrifice his life to protect. He shouldn't have come back. He should have run away as far as possible.

But now, he is back.

The person who shouldn't have come back did come back - but the distress that should have appeared did not appear in Xiao Yiming's heart.

At this moment, hearing this hearty laughter again, he was refreshed. He couldn't tell why, but a voice sounded in his mind:

"Your Majesty, you are still Your Majesty!"

The next moment——

"Suffer death!!"

With a roar, Xiao Yiming slashed at Yan Cheng with all his might. Yan Cheng was also cheered up when he saw King Qing appear here. Fury and excitement instantly surged into his mind, and he even wanted to laugh out loud.

But the enemy's knife had already come, and he did not hold back and met it with his knife!

"Click" sound!

The two blades full of gaps collided heavily and broke into two pieces the moment of contact!

Although the knife was broken, the men holding the knives stood straight and neither of them would bend over. Without the slightest hesitation, the two of them continued to kill each other with the broken knives!

During a series of collisions of metal, blood was flying and sweat was pouring down. The sweat and blood almost merged into one. The fatigue and pain all disappeared from the body, replaced by endless excitement and rage.

With Jin Weizu's joining the battle, the real life-and-death struggle officially began at this moment.

And now, Jin Weizun was furious, holding a sword, and rushed towards the scarred barbarian general who had turned into a bloody man!

The scarred barbarian general was seriously injured and had no strength to fight anymore, but when he saw the enemy who was chasing him coming with a sword, he became furious. He picked up a bamboo in his hand and swung it at Jin Weizun.

Facing the offensive of the barbarian general, Jin Weizun's heart was filled with emotions. Although he was already in his twilight years, with gray hair and wrinkled face, he no longer had the strength he once had, but with the sword in his hand at this moment, the memory of the battle that had been dormant for decades was still engraved in his body like a brand!

——Although I am already very old, the spirit of bravery still remains in my heart!

——If you die here tonight, I, Jin Weizun, will also die in battle!

The sword in his hand has been ready to go. Since it is a sword, how can it be reduced to a luxurious ornament? A sword is a sharp weapon, it should show its sharpness in fighting!

Jin Weizun held his breath, moved, stood up, and drew his sword!

The bamboo separated, shattered and disintegrated under the sword. The bamboo that was originally more than two meters long gradually became one meter long. The scarred barbarian general ignored it and turned the bamboo tip into a thorn, stabbing Jin Weizun with it!

Jin Weizu also thrust out with a sword!

"Well....."

Almost at the same time, both of them groaned.

The sword pierced the scarred barbarian general's right abdomen, and the bamboo tip pierced Jin Weizun's left shoulder.

The next moment, the sword and bamboo were pulled out at the same time, each bringing out a splash of blood.

The scarred barbarian took a step back, blood dripping from his pale face, and his hands holding the bamboo were shaking.

Jin Weizun's face was equally pale, and he was gasping for breath at this moment. He couldn't help but sigh that he was old after all.

If he were his younger self, he would be able to pierce the enemy's left abdomen accurately with this sword and crush his heart.

But now, facing a seriously injured barbarian, he had only struck out a dozen times but his breathing became disordered. He knew clearly how to kill him, but he just couldn't keep up with the speed and strength.

But it doesn’t matter, this barbarian’s time is up.

Jin Weizun took a deep breath and was about to draw his sword again when a fishy wind blew from behind him, startling him.

It's that evil wolf!

So he quickly turned his waist and fought back with his sword.

But before the sword turned completely, he felt a sharp pain in his back. It was the Wolf King who swung his claw on his back, and Jin Weizun fell forward uncontrollably.

The scarred barbarian general had already stabbed towards him with a bamboo stick without anyone noticing!

But then, a bloody hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed his left hand, and pulled him aside to avoid the bamboo that was stabbing him.

When Prince Qing stood still with lingering fear, a panting voice came from behind him:

"Your Highness, be careful of wolves." Xiao Yiming leaned against Prince Qing, his pale face not showing a heavy expression, but relief.

"I'm old, and my skills are not as good as before." Prince Qing laughed at himself.

The two men stood back to back, and Yan Cheng, the scar-faced barbarian general and the Wolf King surrounded them.

"The prince's martial arts have declined because he is old, but his demeanor is still as good as ever." Xiao Yiming's usually indifferent face now showed a faint smile.

At this time——

"hiss--"

The sound of horses neighing came from outside the bamboo forest, followed by shouts and roars.

Hearing these voices, Yan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Prince Qing did not escape, and reinforcements were about to arrive. The battle tonight was finally coming to an end.

So he no longer chose to take the initiative to attack, but kept moving, just to prevent the two men from leaving.

However, Prince Qing did not show any panic when he heard the voice. In fact, he was using this time to recover his strength. At this moment, what was there to be afraid of?

The scarred general was still holding the bamboo tightly. When he heard the sound of reinforcements coming, he looked at Prince Qing with his drooping eyes half open and said with a weak smile:

"You can't run away, old man."

Yan Cheng on the opposite side gave a look, indicating not to say any more. After all, the two men could not escape now, and there was no need to provoke these two trapped beasts.

The fight tonight was beyond expectations. We thought we could capture Prince Qing in one fell swoop, but these assassins showed incredible bravery.

He still couldn't understand why someone like Prince Qing would be so loyal to him.

The enemy in front of him, named Xiao Yiming, was so skilled that Yan Cheng knew he could not stop him if he wanted to escape. However, he fought to the death and refused to retreat. If such a person was not an enemy, perhaps...

At this moment, after hearing what Scarface General said, Xiao Yiming suddenly spoke:

"Your Majesty, their reinforcements will be here soon."

Jin Weizun didn't comment, but grinned and said, "What? Are you scared?"

"Heh." Xiao Yiming chuckled. "No."

He went on to say, "It's just that the prince...should not have come back."

After the words fell, Jin Weizun's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he said:

"It's been a long time since I went into battle and killed the enemy."

"Tonight, we have to kill to our heart's content."

"I'll accompany you, Your Highness." Xiao Yiming pursed his lips and continued, "I'm coming, Your Highness."

"Yeah." Prince Qing straightened his back, but his expression suddenly became excited.

The next moment——

Almost at the same time, the two of them moved and rushed towards the enemy!

At this moment, the memories of the battles of many years ago came flooding back like a tide.

Jin Weizun seemed to have returned to the heroic general who looked down upon the world on the battlefield many years ago. Although there were no more drums to cheer him on, no more soldiers to accompany him, and he had lost his battle robe and spear, he still had the precious sword [Shizhi] in his hand. He shouted angrily:

"Look at the sword!"