8mi Chapter 280 The Sword Cuts The Golden Dragon, And The Northern Zhou Dynasty Falls
Chapter 280 The Sword Cuts The Golden Dragon, And The Northern Zhou Dynasty Falls
Chapter 280 The Sword Slays the Golden Dragon, Northern Zhou Falls
"Your Majesty, please die."
Listening to the young man's unfeeling words,
Looking at the sword in front of me that is shining with a cold light,
Xiang Donglin couldn't help trembling.
I have seen many strange things,
It wasn't too surprising to him that the sword was floating out of thin air.
important,
But it is his life that is about to go away.
The bet Bai Yu made with him was not a joke, saying that to take his life was to take his life.
There is no other meaning, and it will not break my own rules,
Not a test, no wiggle room...
If you lose the bet, you have to pay the price.
Xiang Donglin shook his body,
He stared blankly at the fighting army below, at the dead soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty one by one.
All of a sudden, from the heart.
A sense of powerlessness like despair eroded his soul.
To be honest, at this point,
He actually didn't know how he lost!
He once thought about how he should participate in the competition in this world. When the two kings of Qian and Yuan fought, he sent his troops to the south, wiped out the east, swallowed the west, ruled the world, was unparalleled in the world, and thoroughly washed away the power of fifty years ago. shame.
However, the reality is often regrettable.
As a king, he has already done what he can do to the extreme.
He didn't think he was stupid, and he didn't make any big mistakes.
On the contrary, he worked hard and worked hard.
However……
As if it was destined,
His soldiers just can't beat the enemy's soldiers, his climate is worse than Qianyuan, his food is not as much as Qianyuan,
Even the mysterious demon monks... are still weaker on their side.
The wheels of history hurry past,
easily crushed him,
There is no room for half a point of struggle.
The reality is hopeless and powerless.
He is like a sad supporting role in the history books, used to set off how powerful the heroes are......
Seriously... is he not good enough?
"Champion Hou, you said... I am the king, how can I go?"
Xiang Donglin did not expect that when he was dying,
The person standing next to him turned out to be the respected Lord Hou of the enemy country.
He didn't care about the sharp sword sticking to his throat,
Just looking at Bai Yu, he asked with some persistence.
Bai Yu thought for a while, and said to him: "Your Majesty is a qualified king, but
"bad luck."
"bad luck?"
To Donglin a stagnation,
Suddenly he let out a relieved laugh: "Hahaha..."
"What kind of reason is that?"
After laughing for a while, he murmured as if complaining.
Immediately, he looked at Bai Yu and said: "If possible, I hope that the champion can save the lives of my Northern Zhou subjects.
He is a man of faith,
He does not pity his noble life, nor is he cowardly.
He didn't find any reason to escape, nor did he beg Bai Yu to help him.
After just saying a word towards Bai Yu,
Then he wiped his own neck on the sharp sword edge.
"Pfft!"
There seems to be no difference between the king's blood and the blood of ordinary people.
The sharp sword took his life, and the blood spattered three feet.
The story of ruling has reached the end, and the emperor who dominates the world has chosen his own ending.
Before the capital was about to be breached, he committed suicide by killing himself.
"thump."
The strong body fell to the ground, blood gushed out, and the souls of the dead returned to the underworld.
And at the same time,
"Boom boom boom!"
Suddenly, the earth trembled, and the sky and the earth turned pale.
All the people on the battlefield trembled suddenly,
Whether it is the soldiers of Dungan and Northern Zhou, Lan Chi, Shiratori or those mysterious cultivators
Everyone stopped what they were doing,
They raised their heads together and looked in the same direction.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, there was a distant and long dragon roar in Yingyue Capital,
Vast and deep, accompanied by endless power, spread bit by bit.
In the eyes of everyone shocked,
Suddenly, a huge golden figure shot straight into the sky from Yingyue Capital.
reflected in everyone's rehearsal,
is a train,
It doesn't seem to be real.
It seems to be real, but it also seems to be a phantom, standing in mid-air.
The power and influence swept across, making all the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty tremble and yearn for it,
It was as if he was a high-ranking king subconsciously wanting to bow down.
Indescribable in words, indescribable.
However, the next moment,
The sky has changed dramatically, but everyone's hearts are tense.
But seeing the roaring of the sky, the strange gate of the nether world opened,
The dark clouds were dense, and the strange thunder light gathered into a giant sword,
It suddenly chopped off the golden dragon's neck,
Simply and neatly, it was cut into two halves.
The phantom of the golden dragon also turned into dots of fluorescent light, falling from the sky and disappearing.
Inexplicable sadness lingers in the hearts of every Northern Zhou person.
Wiping his face again, somehow, two lines of tears ran across the side of his face.
They only feel that they are like a floating duckweed, let the wind and rain sway, and can no longer find their destination.
Such visions have attracted everyone's attention.
In the last battle,
The white bird who was nailed to the ground stared wide-eyed and felt powerless all over.
Originally, he had suffered a lot of injuries, and his breath was even weaker at this moment.
The power is rapidly draining, the whole world is rejecting her, and endless karma is burdened on her body.
The pure white feathers on his body have not changed even after being burned by the flames,
At this moment, it also began to become dim, and it was gradually stained with some gray colors.
And (awesome) all the stubborn Northern Zhou soldiers trembled.
After the golden dragon was beheaded, they seemed to have completely lost the courage to continue fighting.
The weapon in my hand felt heavier than a thousand catties, and I couldn't swing it anymore.
Can't see the hope, the ending that must be lost, the ending that must die,
There is no need to continue to work hard for it.
'.々Your Majesty......"
In the army formation, Zhou Zhongming trembled suddenly,
Looking at the golden dragon slowly disappearing into the sky,
Lips buzzing, face full of sorrow,
He looked up at the bone-covered and messy battlefield in front of him,
Looking at the slaughtered soldiers one by one, looking at the white bird nailed to the ground,
He gritted his teeth, held the sword at his waist with both hands and raised it above his head,
Slowly knelt in the direction of Lan Chi, knelt down,
He shouted at the other party: "His Majesty the Eastern Emperor, please stop."
"Northern Zhou, down.".