Chapter 623 Subduing Resentment

The world in front of me is rapidly collapsing. I want a wonderful start---all the generals who were struggling to fight disappeared one after another.

In a blink of an eye, silence was restored. Between the sky and the earth, only Zong Shou was left, and on the opposite side, the heroic figure in black armor and holding a big halberd.

But behind what Zong Shou didn't notice, the man who was 70% similar to Zhang Huai raised his lips slightly.

Zong Shou was also laughing, thinking that next time, the person on the opposite side must be playing tricks again.

If it starts again, it will be the seventh game.

For this King Xiang, this battle is invincible, and after that, it will be a defeat. Gaixia's defeat is an ambush on all sides.

So in this battle of Guangwu, even if it was a draw, it was still a defeat.

I don't know when I will admit defeat——

But then, Zong Shou was slightly surprised. This broken picture has not been restored, but it has been restored to the very beginning of this battle of Guangwu.

And the aura of King Xiang on the opposite side became more and more violent, as if he had lost all patience.

Zong Shou's spiritual consciousness actually felt a few traces of extremely anxious thoughts.

Suddenly he swung his halberd and pointed at him, the gaze behind the visor was full of murderous intent!

This is not going to resume the battle of Guangwu, but to do it directly?

Zong Shou frowned, then let out a chuckle, and pressed down on the sword hanging at his waist,

Looking up at the sky, there was actually contempt in his expression.

"Do you know? Although I, Zong Shou, admire your godlike military strategy and unparalleled military strategy, but I don't think so much of you, King Xiang's character?"

"Since the Hongmen Banquet is so magnanimous, let that person go. Why not be a hero to the end? Going to capture his parents, blackmail him, and chop him into minced meat?"

Naturally, the King of Han was not much better. It is said that when fleeing once, he thought the horse pulling the cart was slow, so he kicked his parents and children off the cart.

"Killing the king is disloyalty and unrighteousness. He listens and believes, and destroys the Great Wall. What virtue and ability do you have. Be worthy of being the master of the cloud world?"

"If I, Zong Shou, were taken away by someone like you, I would only feel ashamed!"

The black-armored figure suddenly showed fury in his eyes. Falling in the air, slashing with a halberd!

When the aura surged up, a vast, unbearable and extremely domineering thought also rushed towards him.

This is the invincible halberd! Invincible because of belief. Hence the meaning of this halberd. It is also the invincible halberd!

Zong Shou's body leaned back slightly, although there was no body in the illusion. But I still feel that my thoughts are a little dizzy, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Is this the King of Xiang Chu in ancient times? Sure enough, it is powerful and overwhelming!

Then his eyes froze again. You have an invincible halberd, but Zong Shou asked himself, the sword in his hand has never been defeated by others.

Even if it is really the legendary hero from all ages who is resurrected before his eyes, he dares to draw his sword and fight!

Thinking about it, Zong Shou also saw a sword in his hand. Then, with just a flick of a finger, the swords and halberds intersect!

Zong Shou's idea. In this instant, he was almost forcibly scattered by the invincible halberd intent. The mind is ignorant, but it is subconscious, and the sword is drawn again!

There was another heavy beep of 'Keng', which continued to sound one after another. One halberd after another, constantly blocked by the sword light. But Zong Shou's thoughts seemed to be forged by a heavy hammer, one after another.

at its worst. Almost completely unconscious, he can only rely on his own instincts to fight and resist! The figure is also constantly receding, the human figure condensed in the illusion mirror. It also became unreal.

The cub unicorn neighed continuously. With anxiety. It seemed to be urging him to withdraw from this illusion.

The psychedelic mirror also kept vibrating, which was a warning.

Zong Shou ignored it, and all his thoughts turned into chaos. Only one consciousness remains. Like a pillar, supporting his mind.

It is also becoming clearer, more solid and indestructible.

- Can't be defeated! If you lose, you will die! How can you allow yourself to lose in the hands of such a person?

Even if he is really an invincible overlord, he must fight to the end!

Gradually, Zong Shou gradually regained his peace. When the sword in his hand is swung out, it is even more stable. The whole person, even if it is like a small boat, will be submerged in the shadow of the sky at any time, but there is still no trace of fireworks, ethereal and elegant.

Within ten feet is his Unbreakable Sword Domain!

Still being oppressed by this tyrannical aura, Zong Shou can always guard the ten-foot space around his body with Yuan Yiyin sword.

The glaring silver sword shadow suddenly formed a seamless 'circle' with dazzling light and shadow. It is also like a ball full of air, no matter what kind of force it is, it can't be crushed, it will only usher in a stronger rebound.

The sound of swords and halberds clashing became more and more urgent, and it was like rain hitting plantains, which continued continuously. I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how many blows I have fought.

Zong Shoujian was broken several times under the pressure of the halberd. But whenever the sword was broken, Zong Shou could always pull out a new sword from his scabbard.

This is the world of ideas, wherever the heart goes, it can be condensed.

It's just that every time the sword was broken, Zong Shou's aura became weaker. After all, it is also transformed by the mind, and after it is broken, it will also affect itself.

When the seventh sword finally couldn't hold it, it shattered. Zong Shou also pulled his last sword out of the sheath.

At this time, his mind was already flickering like a candle, as if the wind and wave were going to go out if it got bigger.

But at this time he was laughing, the sword of Yuan Yi has yin and yang. In this battle, I have defended long enough, and the next one should also be transformed into Yang Sword.

I just don't know, can this sword win or lose?

If you can't win, you lose! die!

This thought flashed through my mind, and there was a soft whistling of 'swipe' in front of me. The silver sword light shone suddenly and pierced into the heavy halberd shadows.

But after a while, the sword hadn't pierced the black-armored man's throat. Zong Shou's 'look' suddenly froze.

I saw the countless halberd lights in front of me suddenly dissipate like the wind. And the incomparably burly black-armored figure in front of him also disappeared without a trace.

And the collapse of this world was even before that.

Already won?

Zong Shou's body froze in the air, his eyes full of doubts.

wrong! It's not that he won, but that King Xiang has exhausted his soul and resentment. After all, it was just a wisp of remnant soul, not the real body of the invincible overlord.

With a 'hey' smile, Zong Shou put away the sword in his hand.

Then he looked behind him, only to see that there was nothing behind him. He couldn't help frowning, just now he always felt that there was someone behind him.

Is it an illusion?

Fuck him! In short, it seems that I have already passed this level.

The world shattered and returned to nothingness. Zong Shou saw countless figures walking towards him again. The face and figure are lifelike, but they are all pale and stern.

Some people simply lifted their heads, while others had shocking wounds all over their bodies.

However, the clothes they wear are quite luxurious.

With a glance, Zong Shou knew that these must be the real resentful souls locked in the throne of Abi!

The royal family of the six clans who were used for blood sacrifice by the First Emperor.

It's a pity that at this time, there is no blood food for ten thousand years, and there is no supply, so it is very weak.

Zong Shou couldn't help but smile weakly, he was looking empty at this moment. No matter how weak these guys are, I have no strength to deal with them.

But fortunately, at this moment, he has the mirror of illusion and the protection of the fire unicorn by his side.

When fighting against the remnant soul of the king, he did not want to borrow half of the external force. But towards these royal families of the Six Nations, he has no stubbornness, and must rely on his own power to kill them.

His temperament is like this, the stronger he is, the less willing he is to bow his head. You must knock it down with your own hands, and you will feel comfortable when you are defeated by your own sword. I have no interest in these so-called royal families.

"It's just a slave who wants to subjugate the country, but dare to attack me and take over my soul and body? You are overthinking your strength, go back!"

The crimson flame suddenly burned in the void of this sea of ​​consciousness. The cyan mirror light also shines down from the void.

All these resentful souls were howling and screaming. They all retreated like a tide, and then retreated back into the throne of Abi, hiding in the depths of the restraint, and disappeared without a trace.

Zong Shou didn't have the heart to pursue him, so he just forced them back. But I was thinking in my heart, if there is a chance, it would be better to find two eminent monks, or someone like Chongxuan, the master of the Great Shang Dynasty, to transcend and purify the resentful soul of Emperor Abi.

As for those members of the royal families of the Six Nations, let them have a chance to reincarnate.

The first emperor wanted to use the blood and soul of these people to protect the Qin country, and it will be passed on forever.

He Zongshou, but he disdains it, and is unwilling to borrow the power of these dead people.

Although he only lived in one corner at this time, with only fifty provinces, which was less than one percent of the land of the first emperor, he still had such confidence.

When it comes to eminent monks, isn't there a pure voice by my side? Naturally, this girl can't be counted, but she was born in a famous Buddhist family, so she might be able to invite one or two for him.

Thinking like this, Zong Shouzheng wanted to withdraw from the illusion mirror. Then there was an 'eh' sound, and a wave of information suddenly rushed into my mind.

Without looking carefully, Zong Shou opened his eyes, and then saw several pairs of eyes looking at him worriedly in the Chongzheng Hall.

It is no surprise that Xuanyuan Yiren and Ruoshui are here. Today's matter, I'm afraid it will make them worry.

Only Kong Yao's gaze surprised him a little, it was curiosity with some worry.

When Zong Shou opened his eyes, he met him, and then turned his head away in a little panic.

Zong Shouzheng just felt strange, when he wanted to confirm whether he was wrong. Hearing the voice of an old man next to him, he suddenly said: "Thank God, Your Majesty finally woke up, it couldn't be better!"

Zong Shou suddenly frowned, Ren Bo? It's this old man again, it really sucks.

Looking around, I saw Ren Bo standing there. There are also dozens of important ministers from Qiantian Mountain, lined up in two rows, on both sides.

Speaking of which, he, the monarch, is really a dereliction of duty, and several of his faces have never been seen before. Some people only have some impressions.

I vaguely remember that it should be a few councilors in the council hall. Now there are gangs and factions there, making a mess, and these people are the leaders of the factions. to be continued