Painting the Ruthless Tyrant of the Rivers and Lakes

In an instant, a rain of arrows shot out from the forest and shot straight at Zhu Youwen.

He had no expression on his face. When the zhenqi shield was activated, all the countless feather arrows were blocked, but he himself stood there unscathed.

"Good skill, no wonder the head of the Zhu family failed to kill you in the battle in Feixue Pavilion," Ji Bu walked out leisurely beside the road, glaring at him with a sneer.

Zhu Youwen's eyes sank, and he asked, "What did you do to the station?"

"Oh, you said the station," Ji Bu's smile grew stronger, "The station should have been broken by now, and your five women, as well as that Wang Ben, should all be dead, haha! "

Ji Bu laughed out loud, very pleased with himself.

In an instant, Zhu Youwen's eyes turned red, like a scarlet beast, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare, if you dare to hurt half a hair of my woman, I will tear you to pieces."

Without any fear, Ji Bu said, "You have a lot of tone. It depends on whether you have such skills. Form an formation and kill."

"kill."

"kill."

Behind him, two thousand Xinzheng defenders formed an army formation, with shields in front, long spears in hand, and swordsmen on standby, and they approached Zhu Youwen step by step in an orderly manner.

"You want to defy the heavens, too?" He sneered, not only did not retreat, but he took the initiative to meet him with his sword in his hand.

The coldness in Ji Bu's eyes was even worse, "If you want to fight against thousands of troops with your own strength, it's like trying to block the car with your arms. No matter how high your skills are, it will be futile. Kill!"

"I'm in a hurry, so I'll make a quick decision," Zhu Youwenxuan turned his ice soul sword, and his true energy burst out, gathering a strong sword energy.

Under Ji Bu's horrified gaze, the sword energy continued to soar, and in the blink of an eye, it rose to a length of more than ten feet, approaching the terrifying sword light of 40 meters.

"What a long sword aura."

"Oh my god, the sword energy of 40 meters cannot be defeated at all." In an instant, the defenders of Xinzheng collapsed and almost knelt down in fright.

"You..." Ji Bu said in surprise.

"Death," Zhu Youwen snarled, dragging his sword energy for 40 meters, jumped up, and slashed down heavily.

With a puff, the two thousand Xinzheng soldiers were cut in half by a sword like a scarecrow. Their armor was defenseless against the sword energy, and they were all cut in half.

Chapter 77 Evil Warriors (for Subscription)

"The devil."

"God, run away, you can't beat it."

The Xinzheng army collapsed and fled in all directions.

The sword energy subsided, and Zhu Youwen jumped in front of Ji Bu, his face turned pale with fright, and he quickly knelt down: "Please, don't kill me, I'm just following orders."

With a blank expression on his face, he raised his leg and kicked Ji Bu to the ground. With a flick of his long sword, he tore Ji Bu's pants.

Ji Bu turned pale with shock, "You, you actually like men? I, I can give you my ass, please don't kill me, please."

In order to survive, even a handsome man like Ji Bu would sacrifice his body.

Zhu Youwen said in disgust: "Disgusting, do you think you are handsome and smarter than others? It's ridiculous."

While talking and laughing, the sword light flashed, and the bloody light burst.

"Ah, my J8, you cut my J8, no..." Ji Bu wailed desperately with blood pouring from his legs.

Thinking of his wise life, he thought he was handsome and invincible. With his handsome face, he harmed many good women. He didn't expect that there would be a day when he would be castrated. This might be retribution.

"Take it as interest. If there is anything wrong with my woman, the next time we meet will be your death date, hum," Zhu Youwen said coldly, grabbing a horse and rushing back to Xinzheng City.

Ji Bu fell to the ground in pain and despair. Castrating him, making him unable to be a man, was a hundred times crueler than killing him.

"Zhu Youwen, I hate you so much, ah..."

In the post station, Wang Ben was covered in blood, and only about ten of the elite Qin soldiers had been beaten. The scene was tragic, and the ground was covered with blood and broken limbs.

Wang Ben was beaten out of anger, raised his sword with difficulty, and shouted: "For the dominance of the empire, it is an honor to die, brothers, go with me."

"Kill," the rest of the people had already turned red-eyed, and at this moment they were exerting their last bit of strength.

The remnants of the South Korean army were also frightened and afraid to move forward. Seeing this, the Chao Banshee became furious, "Come on, there are only a few people, what are you afraid of?"

"what."

The remnant army finally rushed over, and dozens of people were killed or injured as soon as they met each other. Qin Bing killed three more people.

Wang Ben's eyes showed despair, Brother Zhu, if you don't come, I'm really going to die here.

The tidal banshee showed a triumphant smile, and finally she was about to succeed.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and I only smelled a strong and sinister bloody smell in the air, and I was shocked, "It smells so heavy."

The next moment, Zhu Youwen descended from the sky, and his long sword was blood-stained like a demon god descending. With a single stroke of the sword, he sent out 40 meters of sword energy, killing most of South Korea's miserable, and cutting them all in half.

"The devil."

"My God."

Seeing this, the fashionable banshee turned pale: "What a scary man, who are you?"

Zhu Youwen didn't say much and blasted out a palm from the air. The Chao Banshee was shocked, and quickly blocked it with both hands, but was pushed away instantly, and the remaining palm wind slapped her in front of her.

The pair of seductive big breasts were instantly squeezed into meatloaf, pushed her tens of meters, smashed into a room, fell to the ground and vomited blood, and was seriously injured.