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Volume 1: The Sky is Dead Chapter 25: The General¡¯s Head is in Hand (Part 2)

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    Jiang Yan followed the voice and did not see the figure of Xuan Ling Wuxue. At this time, He Jin and Zhang Mancheng fought. Zhang Mancheng was defeated by the regular general of the imperial court and was seriously injured after receiving a fateful curse from He Jin. He Jin held the Yanyue Sword and fought again.  After fighting Zhang Mancheng for several rounds, although he could kill the Yellow Turban general if he continued fighting, more and more Yellow Turban troops were already rushing here, so He Jin could only give up and quickly escape towards the back door.  Zhang Mancheng was unable to catch up, and his whole body was dripping with blood.  "General, are you okay?" Jiang Yan ran forward and said with concern.  "Hurry up and chase him, don't let him run away." Zhang Mancheng, who was seriously injured, did not notice the cunning light flashing in Jiang Yan's eyes.  Jiang Yan put his palm close to Zhang Mancheng, pretending to lift him up. Zhang Mancheng did not doubt that he was deceitful, but he was indeed a little unsteady. Jiang Yan put his palm close to him, and blasted out an 'explosion flame', which exploded in Zhang Mancheng's abdomen.  Okay, Zhang Mancheng couldn't believe it. Normally, Qianqi Mingzhi's mysterious moves couldn't hurt him at all, but now he was seriously injured and his whole body was defenseless, so there was no way he could stop him.  A mouthful of blood spurted out, "You" Jiang Yan sneered, and the lung sword penetrated Zhang Mancheng's heart and twisted inside.  Zhang Mancheng's eyes widened, his fate was extinguished, and his death was unclear.  Killing people with high-level fate can often improve one's own 'fate', especially those with a level like a general can only come by chance.  After seeing a lot of their cruelty and cold-bloodedness in the Yellow Turban Army in the past few months, Jiang Yan had no good impressions of this cult that claimed to be peaceful. If it weren't for its lack of strength, he would have wanted to destroy them all.  After killing Zhang Mancheng, Jiang Yan hurriedly chased after He Jin, secretly using the Emperor's Mind Technique, spitting out light smoke from the 30,000 acupoints, his body suddenly became lighter, the bones all over his body crackled, and the strength of his legs suddenly became like the wind.  He Jin killed thousands of Yellow Turban troops by killing and slashing along the way, but there were too many enemies. Several of his confidants were already dead, and several sharp arrows were inserted into his body.  When Jiang Yan caught up, He Jin was fighting with more than a dozen people who were destined to be destined.  His physical strength dropped significantly, and his life began to weaken. At this time, Jiang Yan knew that he could no longer stand by and watch, so he summoned the Lung Sword and rushed forward. When he reached a range of fifteen meters, he immediately used "Flick of the Finger".  "Bang." The weapon made a sharp impact, and the lung sword was cut open by He Jin.  As expected of a great general, he was able to turn on his Yin Fate Curse even when surrounded by so many people.  Jiang Yan carefully kept a distance of only five or six meters from He Jin, and then used his mind to control the lung sword to attack continuously.  The men who surrounded He Jin soon all died under the Yanyue Sword. Jiang Yan secretly sighed - it is indeed too unnatural to defeat the general now.  He Jin looked into his eyes coldly, very impatient with the sword blades flying around. He kicked his legs, the ground shattered, and his body made a deafening rumble. He performed a unique move, and a strong sense of oppression suddenly suppressed him.  On Jiang Yan's chest.  The general-level pressure made Jiang Yan unable to retreat or even move at all.  "You Qianqi actually let this general use "deterrence", then your life will be left here today." He Jin laughed and chopped it down with a knife. The terrifying power burst out from the Yanyue knife. Jiang Yan moved with his spiritual thoughts.  , the Fei Sword instantly returned to his eyes and blocked the Yan Yue Sword.     boom.     boom.     boom.  The fierce clash of weapons produced dazzling sparks.  Chop, hack, chop, slice, slice He Jin's Yanyue Sword kept moving, but the Wuzang Fei Sword was like a copper wall and an iron wall, no matter how he made it, he could catch it.  Although Jiang Yan's body could not move, his sword was not affected in any way. Under Jiang Yan's powerful control, the sword changed moves in a dazzling way.  He Jin was shocked in his heart. It was unbelievable that the yellow scarf thief in front of him could still resist. His general's intimidation not only intimidated the body but also the spirit. Even the Yi Jian could not control it, but this little thief had no control at all.  Under the influence, the sword moves are endlessly varied and the mastery of manipulation is simply incredible.  How did He Jin know that Jiang Yan was practicing the Emperor's Jade Seal Mental Technique? The Emperor's Mental Technique was not afraid of the general's intimidation at all, so he would not be disturbed mentally. Another righteousness, Changshu, trained his soul and allowed Jiang Yan to control the Lung Sword.  As fast as lightning, it can change hundreds of sword movements in one second.  There is definitely something wrong with this little thief.  He Jin¡¯s expression darkened, now he didn¡¯t have much life left, and if he continued to waste it, he might not be able to escape.  The life of a destinyr has its limit. The more you spend, the weaker your life becomes. When it is weak to a certain extent, even the weakest hero can easily take his life.  He Jin snorted and decided to let this kid go.  He Jin quickly escaped from Xinxia City, and Jiang Yan couldn't catch up. His life was also consumed a lot, not much better than He Jin.  But he promised that He Jin's head must be taken off, otherwise the success would be in vain.  "Leave it to me from now on." Xuanling Wuxue's voice rang in his ears again.    The general is rushing towards Tiandu. He only needs to walk a few dozen miles to pass the capital and it will be safe.  Just as He Jin was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly flashed with light, and the light of a hair flashed in the air before his eyes. He Jin was stunned, stopped hurriedly, picked up the Yanyue knife and slashed it down.  The Yanyue knife was entangled with several silver threads. These silver threads were extremely tough and He Jin couldn't cut them off for a while. He stepped back, and there seemed to be a giant silver net in the air blocking his way.  "Where do you want to go, general?" A gentle voice sounded. He Jin turned around, and suddenly the ground was bloodless.  Xuan Ling Wuxue was seen standing dozens of meters away from him with an expressionless face. The girl's green hair hanging down from her waist turned into silver white, and each hair strand was like mercury fluttering, shining with mysterious light.  Xuan Ling Wuxue was already incredibly beautiful, and now that her hair has turned into holy silvery white, it is even more admirable.  "His hair is like snow." He Jin couldn't recognize whose military order this was.  A terrifying weapon forged from three thousand blue hairs, the hair known as the 'Hidden Silk of the Gods' is like snow. It can form an invisible network in the air. Each hair is even three points sharper than a blade. This is Xuan Ling.  Wuxue¡¯s military life.  "Thank you, Your Highness, for saving me. He Jin will never forget it. I will go through fire and water for the Xuan Dynasty." He Jin didn't understand the reason why the dignified princess appeared here. He knelt down in a hurry. At this time, he could only express his absolute loyalty.  Xuan Ling Wuxue sneered, the cold reaching to the bones.  Silver threads passed through He Jin's limbs, like iron hooks and chains. He Jin's face was twisted in pain, and he shouted loudly: "Your Highness, why is this?" "Only the head of a general can protect the dynasty. This princess will remember it."  The general who sacrificed his life for the country will be given a generous burial." Xuan Ling Wuxue replied calmly.  He Jin was furious.  "You bitchwant me to die?" Fate exploded, tearing off dozens of silver threads on his body, and raised the Yanyue Sword to chop at Xuanling Wuxue.  Xuanling Wuxue snorted, with cold eyes: "This princess gives you a glorious chance to die, but the general committed the following crime, and does not understand my good intentions." His pupils shone with blue light, and he stretched out his hand a little, and his mind disappeared into the void.  Appearing, formless and without substance, only the occasional flash of cold light shows the existence of Shenyinsi. ?????? Yin Ming Curse.  The soul forms a web!  !  The silver threads flashed suddenly, like layers of large nets. With He Jin's current destiny, there was no way he could resist it. Countless silver threads penetrated He Jin's entire body from the head down like thin swords, and He Jin was immediately frozen.  , those frightened eyes still showed that he was still alive.  Xuanling Wuxue has a little bit of skill.  A ray of silver wire swept away He Jin's neck, and the general's head was immediately cut off neatly, soaring into the sky, and landed right in Jiang Yan's arms.  "Xuan Ling Wuxue?" Jiang Yan was stunned by Xuan Ling Wuxue's silver-white hair.  What kind of martial destiny is this?  The silver glittering hair turned black again, and the invisible net in the air disappeared. Xuanling Wuxue took a breath and looked at Jiang Yan: "The next thing is left to you." Then turned around  And go.  Jiang Yan looked at He Jin's head in his hand, with a frightened expression still on it. Thinking that he had killed tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans with great glory before, but now he ended up with his body and head missing, he couldn't help but shook his head with some sympathy and helplessness.  : "It seems that this great general cannot control his own life."
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