Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

He doesn't know what this sword move is, but he really wants to use it as his last wish before death.

When he opened his eyes slowly, he found that there seemed to be countless figures everywhere in the sky and the earth, but it seemed that there was nothing. In front of him, there was only one person, Nehman.

His long sword pointed directly at Nehman, and an inexplicable momentum gathered, and his long sword began to tremble.

He found that, unconsciously, all the strength in his body was completely concentrated on this sword.

At this moment, the power on the sword is the strongest power he can condense in this life, so strong that even his sword is inexplicably emitting bursts of sword groans.

The sound was like the howling of a breeze, and the roar of a dead dragon and a tiger.

Opposite him, Nehman narrowed his eyes slightly, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes under the mask.

For some reason, at this moment, he actually had a feeling of being locked in by the general trend of the world.

It seemed that standing in front of him was not a single person, but tens of thousands of people, thousands of horses turned into torrents, charging towards him.

"kill!"

Suddenly, there was only a burst of shouting.

The sound was so powerful, like thunder from heaven and earth, it instantly deafened everyone around, and some people were directly dizzy from the shock.

Nehman trembled all over, and a shocking force struck. At this moment, he seemed to be really facing thousands of troops.

That roar was the roar of thunder, the roar of ten thousand horses, and the roar of ten thousand armies.

In this roar, there is enough power to suppress all human beings.

When Nihaman came to his senses, he saw a flash of his figure, and Su Heng jumped up, holding a sword in both hands, and slashed down from the void.

The strong wind howled, and this sword seemed to tear the air apart.

Nehman's eyes were fixed, and instinctively, he swung his two knives at an extremely fast speed. One knife rested on the top of his head, and the other tore it out.

"boom!"

"Clang clang..."

There was a crackling sound, and Su Heng's sword slashed down, colliding with Nehman's scimitar.The powerful force instantly made Nehaman's arm tremble, and his tiger's mouth burst open.

Perhaps it was because the strength was too strong, the swords of the two men split in an instant.Instead of breaking into two sections, it was shaken into pieces.

Under Nehman's feet, the stones on the Qishuai platform shattered in an instant, and the whole person stepped on it, as if being fixed to the ground like a wooden stake.

"Pfft!"

A fragment of the bronze sword flew over and was directly inserted into Nehman's shoulder.

A scimitar fragment flew over and pierced directly between Su Heng's eyebrows.

At the same time, Nehman's other knife directly tore Su Heng's chest, almost cutting Su Heng in two.

"boom!"

Su Heng's body fell to the ground, and it did hit the ground, kneeling on the ground.

The vitality in his eyes was passing quickly, he looked up at Nehman who was still standing in front of him, then at the sword in his hand, and finally at his chest.

Blood flowed from between his brows, instantly staining his entire face red, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.With his mouth, he was already drowned in blood.

The vitality in his eyes passed faster and faster, and in just a short moment, it was already dimmed.

"Your Majesty, the last general understands that the sword of the strong can sweep the world, but unfortunately, the last general's sword is not strong enough!"

At the last moment, Su Heng muttered to himself, said something that no one could hear clearly, and finally closed his eyes slowly, and fell on the handsome platform.

At this point, the Great Wall Guards were invincible alone, and the Great Wall had completely fallen in the true sense.

"puff……"

The moment Su Heng fell, Nihaman spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a clear sound, the mask on his face split into two instantly and fell to the ground, revealing that extremely handsome face.

"marshal!"

Surrounded by surprise, a group of soldiers hurried forward to meet him.

Nehman raised his hand, preventing everyone from coming forward.

With his head down, he struggled to pull out his feet from the cracks in the stone, his body was a little erratic, and he staggered away from here.

Everyone gave way one after another, watched him approaching with their own eyes, and finally walked towards the stairs to walk down the Great Wall.

Behind them, everyone was shocked. In their eyes, Nehman was the real God of War. This Donghu God of War was by no means a false name. It was hard to imagine that even the top ten generals were not Nehman's opponent. No one can hurt Nehman.

However, this person came out today. Not only did he hurt Nehman, but most importantly, he was not a general of Qin, not a top expert, but just an ordinary first-class general.

In the eyes of many people, a top-ranking general may be far away enough to guard one side, but compared with a real general, the gap is really too big, and it can be described as heaven and earth.

It is difficult for even top fighters to go through ten rounds under Nehman's hands, let alone hurt Nehman.

But Su Heng, a first-class fighter, did it, which is astonishing as one can imagine.

At this moment, not only everyone was surprised, but also Nehman himself.

He was aware of his own injuries, and the strength of the sword just now made him feel as if he was facing Mount Tai. Its power was so powerful that he had no doubt that if the sword in Su Heng's hand were harder, he could tear himself apart.

But even if he didn't tear himself apart, it still made his internal organs twitch and almost burst.

At this moment, blood was flowing across his left shoulder. He lowered his head and let his long hair hang down. He didn't know whether it was intentional to prevent others from seeing his face, or whether it was inadvertently covering his face. None of the surrounding soldiers could see it. Clear his face.

Nehman walked step by step, and just as he was about to turn around and walk down the stairs of the Great Wall, suddenly, a figure walked in front of him and stood in front of him.

Nehman lowered his head and couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, but he could see the person's lower body.That attire is obviously not from Donghu.

But, is there anyone else in this city?In other words, are there still people from the Central Plains?

Why is the person in front of him wearing the Central Plains costume?

He slowly raised his head and saw a familiar figure.

"It's you!"

Nehman said in a low voice, looking in front of him.

In front of him was Jun Wuyou, who didn't know when it started or how he got there, Jun Wuyou just appeared in front of Nehaman without a sound, hundreds of thousands of troops didn't notice.

Chapter 1026

"Who is coming!"

When Nihaman looked at Jun Wuyou, the others also noticed Jun Wuyou. For a moment, Donghu language shouted one after another, and loudly reprimanded him.

At the same time, countless blades pointed directly at Jun Wuyou. If it wasn't for Nehaman standing in front of Jun Wuyou, these people would have gone straight up and chopped Jun Wuyou into pieces without hesitation.

But even so, as long as Nehaman gives an order, Jun Wuyou will not even think about leaving alive.

"Hmph, why, do you think you can stop me from coming and going?"

Jun Wuyou snorted and sneered, staring at everyone present with a playful face.

Even though there are still more than 50 or nearly 60 troops besieging the city above and below the city, he is unafraid.

"You know martial arts?"

Nehaman stood in front of Jun Wuyou, with disheveled hair, as if deliberately covering his face with his hair, staring at Jun Wuyou and said coldly.

He knew Jun Wuyou, not only did he know him, but he was also very familiar with him, so much so that he had always thought that Jun Wuyou was under his control.

After all, he is just a talented scholar, no matter how good his eloquence is, what can he do if he is well-educated?

In front of the power of a country, in front of thousands of troops, crushing each other to death is no different from crushing an ant.

Until this moment, Jun Wuyou appeared quietly among the ten thousand troops. In front of him, Nihaman was in a state of mind. What's going on?

Could it be that this person is a ghost?Otherwise, even with the strength of his Nehman, he would still not be able to achieve this step.

"I remember I told you that there is no place in this world that I can't go to, and no one I can't deal with. If you don't have a bit of martial arts, how dare you boast?"

Jun Wuyou smiled slightly, said, turned around with his hands behind his back, and said, "Come with me, I have something to tell you!"

Nehman's eyes flashed, looking at the back in front of him, his expression was very different for a moment, and he couldn't help recalling scenes of memories about this person in his mind.

He didn't take these pictures seriously, they just treated them as a joke.

But at this moment, he was inexplicably nervous, could he really take those words as a joke?Are this person's words really funny?

He didn't want to leave with him, as the former Jun Wuyou had no right to tell him what to do, let alone shout and shout in front of him.

But today, facing Jun Wuyou's almost commanding voice, he instinctively obeyed.

Perhaps Jun Wuyou's sudden appearance made him understand something.

He followed slowly, and the two walked along the Great Wall, towards the distance of the Great Wall.

"marshal!"

One after another voices sounded from behind, seemingly trying to stop them, but they were all interrupted by Nehman raising his hand.

He decided to follow Jun Wuyou, he wanted to know what kind of person Jun Wuyou was and what Jun Wuyou wanted to do.

The two walked along the Great Wall, kept walking, and reached a place where no one could see, and finally stood under a beacon tower.

Jun Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back, standing under the beacon tower of the Great Wall, facing the inside of the Great Wall, the direction of Daqin, looking at the great mountains and rivers, sighed, and said: "Everything is in the plan, what should come, will come after all. Can you Remember the promise I made to you!"

Nehman stood quietly aside, his face gradually turned pale due to the excessive blood flowing from his shoulder.

But because the long hair covers the face, outsiders can't see it.

"What a promise!"

Nihaman asked knowingly, paused, and said again: "Give me a marriage? Allow me to be light?"

Jun Wuyou smiled slightly, and said, "It seems you still remember!"

While talking, a picture flashed in the minds of Nehaman and Jun Wuyou at the same time.

It was outside the Donghu Royal Court, in a valley with beautiful scenery and exquisite beauty.

That valley has a name, which was given by Jun Wuyou, it is called Wangyou Valley.There is an unnamed villa in it, which was nominated by Jun Wuyou in the end.

I remember that at that time, Jun Wuyou was just a down and out scholar. When he was about to starve to death, he was rescued by the owner of the Wuyou Villa and temporarily lived there.

The hostess is very good-looking, she can be called a role in the world, she is in an exotic style, she is simply intoxicating.

That is Nehaman's woman, named Nina, who is the saint of Loulan. When Nehaman returned to Donghu, she returned with Nehaman and settled in the nameless valley.

Before in Xianyang City, Jun Wuyou once wrote a letter to Nehaman, and asked Ji Yu, the general of Donghu at that time, to send it to Nehaman.

Among them, there was a Saint Nina mentioned, saying that the Saint Nina should serve the emperor first, and the Saint Nina in this letter was exactly that woman.

After living in Wuming Valley and Wuming Villa for a period of time, Jun Wuyou nominated Wangyou Valley and Wuyou Villa personally.

Because he became more and more familiar with Holy Maiden Nina, he knew that Holy Maiden Nina had a lot of things to do, so he deliberately used the name of worry-free and worry-free, which was considered a little effort.

In the end, he got acquainted with Nehman, so he said something like this at the time.

"Thank you two for your hospitality. In order to repay the kindness of hospitality, I promise you two a beautiful marriage in the future, and I promise you a relaxed life!"

After that, Jun Wuyou went to Donghu Temple and met Nehaman again.So through Jun Wuyou's single-handed arrangement, he finally took advantage of the situation of all parties to create the general trend of the world today.

It is precisely because of this that, in the eyes of Nehaman, Jun Wuyou has always been a debater, a supreme debater who can turn the world around and make the world turbulent with just one mouth.

If such a debater is given enough opportunities, he can display endless energy.

But if you want to end him, it's actually very simple.Therefore, Nehaman has been using Jun Wuyou, but never put Jun Wuyou in his eyes.

Even if there is, it is just as a friend who can talk about everything, nothing else.

Thinking about it now, he suddenly realized that Jun Wuyou might not be the kind of person he imagined, maybe he was far beyond his imagination.

"Bringing up old things again, what do you want to do?"

Nehaman looked at Jun Wuyou and said coldly.

"Of course it's here to fulfill the promise. I asked Ji Yu to send you the letter. Did you receive it?"

Jun Wuyou smiled slightly.

Although Ji Yu is dead, in his opinion, Ji Yu is worthless.