First Emperor’s Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

Chapter 197

197 Empire fanatics, dead men of the seven kingdoms (please subscribe!)

“Ok?”

Noticing several dark shadows, they were approaching him.

Yinglan wine red star eyes.

gave them a look.

Noticed that they were all staring at him with murderous eyes.

He holds various weapons in his hands.

Iron whip, iron fan, halberd, short spear, battle axe, giant hammer, treasure pestle…

is approaching itself.

Their faces were fierce, and some had knife scars and scars on their faces.

Ugly like a serpent with a rainbow knot.

Obviously, neither is good.

Ying Lan snorted lightly and recognized their identities.

In the old days, after the law picket was established.

once in the empire.

Want to hunt down these doormen and dead men.

Remove these unsettling elements from the Empire.

Killed batch after batch.

However, it has never been possible to remove them all.

Never thought, now, they are now Xianyang King City.

Hang in the team.

Hu Hai, Zhao Gao and the others, even these dead soldiers and disciples were recruited.

It’s really unscrupulous!

Ying Lan sneered.

For the wanted criminals in these former empires.

And murderers.

Yinglan felt a few 11 points of disdain.

However, these huge sums of money to recruit doormen and dead men.

Move quickly.

A few breaths of effort.

Then he arrived around Yinglan, less than a hundred meters away.

at this time.

Scream.

Eighteen shadows suddenly hooked around Yinglan.

The defense is beside Yinglan.

Each of them was dressed in cold clothes and wore a machete around their waists.

He is dressed in a long black cape, and wears Hu people riding boots with seven songs at the bottom.

There is a big bow on his back.

The cold light of the blade is mixed with the calmness of the black armor.

Just standing there on horseback, in darkness.

Gives a lot of pressure.

It is Yanyun’s Eighteen Riders, guarding around Yinglan!

They stood silently beside Yinglan.

With indifferent eyes, he looked at the surrounding, these imperial fanatics.

The machete in his hand showed its sharpness and killing intent.

“kill!”

These doormen and dead men are all recruited professional killers.

Live by killing.

In the face of the eighteen Yanyun cavalry, there were not too many words.

After a word came out of his mouth.

In an instant, they attacked and attacked, aiming at the deadly part.

They were originally dead men who worked for money, and outlaws who took money to do things.

After Li Si recruited a lot of money, they each showed their kung fu.

The person holding the iron whip, the iron whip in his hand dances out a spear whip shadow, and the cold stars are a little bit.

In the air, there was a loud bang when the iron whip hit the hook, and Ling Zhou’s whip shadow attacked and killed.

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The person holding the giant hammer, clenched the tall warhammer in both hands, the muscles of both arms are knotted, and the swaying is like a tiger.

Shen Ruowanjun’s strength.

As if it can smash all obstacles in front of it.

Holding the treasure, he took a step forward and smashed into the ground with a tremor.

A burst of dust erupted from the surrounding ground, stirring up.

Because of their lack of preparedness, many people were shaken by the earthquake in Baocun and trembled.

Almost fell to the ground.

Beside them, there are several female desperadoes holding halberds and iron fans.

Flexible Yaoyao waist.

It looks like a water snake, with a demon burning posture, with the halberd and iron fan in the hand of the pavilion, from all weird and tricky angles.

Attack and kill.

Jingle Jingle-!

Swords, lights, swords and shadows, these disciples and dead men, fought with the Eighteen Horsemen of Yanyun.

The dense sword glow shines.

Sword rain is like weaving.

The golden cauldrons of the arms handed over came one after another.

during the period.

Blood splatters from time to time.

There are bloodstains on the weapon.

These recruited desperadoes did indeed have a bit of effort.

It turned out that they all depended on murder to eat.

So, in the beginning of the fight.

In the face of Yanyun’s Eighteen Riders, they can compete here in a short time.

Their fighting skills vary.

Some swords go on the wing, are cunning and sinister, and are hard to guard against.

The coldness of the two Yanyun Eighteen Riders slashed open several gaps, causing two scars.

It shows their great strength.

There are indeed two brushes.

However, after all, they are the disciples and dead men who are proficient in the way of slaughter.

Although proficient in assassination.

However, on the frontal battlefield, when confronted.

Encountered the existence of special forces in the regular army, Yan Yun’s eighteen cavalry.

Still can’t shake it.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun are characters summoned by Fantong.

Tireless and painless.

And, endurance is endless.

Even after the wound appears, it will continue to recover and heal itself over time.

So, after playing for a while.

These disciples and dead men gradually lost their physical strength.

In the end, a flaw was revealed.

Along with the two machetes, a cold light flashed.

With a puff, the Yanyun cavalry chopped off the heads of two desperadoes.

fly into the air.

He fell to the ground and died on the spot.

Eighteen Yanyun cavalry, chasing after victory, their footsteps like ghosts, swept across the ground in all directions.

The pace flickered.

The scimitar in his hand slashed in the air with several sword beams.

Again strangling the two doormen and the dead.

Firm guards surround Yinglan.

These disciples and dead men, although there are many, are densely packed, enough to count people.

However, it should never be half an inch away from Yinglan.

Anyone who approached would be strangled on the spot by the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun.

Soon, half an hour later.

All the disciples and the dead are already dead.

Their bodies lay on the ground.

piled up like a mountain.

Rivers of blood flowed from the ground.

These desperados who were born for killing, naturally do not need any mercy and mercy when dealing with them.

Therefore, Yanyun’s Eighteen Riders are almost a survivor, and if the sword falls, they will die.

Kill them all.

At the same time, the top of Yan Yun’s eighteen riding robes was dripping with blood, and he couldn’t tell whether it was his opponent’s blood or his own.

They are all fighting in blood.

And at this time, after the continuous breakthrough of 100,000 Snow Dragon Riders.

Now, they have arrived under the city gate and began to attack the city gate.

Tens of thousands of people flocked under the city gates.

Pushed by them together, the city gate swayed, crumbling.

The steel chain inside and the city gate made up of a mixture of stainless steel and hardwood.

The sound of the hook creaking, constantly deforming.

There are signs of collapse.

In the sound of “dong dong”, the 580 city gates trembled.

Sawdust began to fall.

Inside the city gate, the Great Qin Ruishi, Hu Hai’s cronies of the Imperial Guard, are fighting desperately.

At the same time, now, from the top of the city wall, from time to time rolling stones, logs and hot oil are thrown down.

However, Rolling Stone and Wood were split into two pieces by Daxue Longqi with a cool knife.

The oil was blocked by the shield and made a corrosive sound of “zizi”, which made the scalp tingle.

However, it was not able to really hurt Daxue Longqi.

At this moment, looking at the crumbling city gate, Zhao Gao on the city wall changed his expression.

Lips move.

Facing the net sword slave next to him, Tuluo hooked an order.

Suddenly, they nodded late.

Step plunder.

Leave the city walls and look in their direction.

It seems that he is going to the location of the city gate to start killing.

Beware of these Daqin frontier troops, and really break the city gate.

Otherwise, at that time, Xianyang Wangcheng would be in danger.

At this time, Yinglan’s position was very close to the city wall.

Ying Yuan raised his head and looked at the city wall ahead.

Standing Hu Hai, Li Si, Zhao Gao.

I noticed the net sword slave who was leaving behind them.

Immediately.

The corners of Yinglan’s mouth grinned slightly.

Huh, want to go?

Defend the gates?

no way!

Immediately, in Yinglan’s hands, he tightened the reins, and the horse under his crotch neighed.

Front hooves raised.

Almost upright in mid-air.

Stand tall.

At the same time, a faint light flashed in Ying Lan’s hands.

Golden lacquer keel overlord bow.

Already hooked into her tender tenderness,