Chapter 58 The Death of the King

Shura looked at the magnificent riding warrior who rushed in front of him. His blood-red eyes were darker, and his eyes seemed to spewing flames that burned the void. His waist was like a soft snake, and his body suddenly bent backwards. His waist was bent like a bow. The charm on his body became more and more bright, and his whole body was endlessly and arrogant. The bright flame wrapped around Shura seems to have materialized, even brighter than the sun. He is the only light source in the world!

He pinched his fingers and read the spell of the inscription in his mouth. The faint sound of Sanskrit singing came out of his mouth. There were bursts of shocking sounds on the battlefield, like heavy and brazen muffled thunder. Everyone felt as if the power of heaven and earth had poured into the blood-red man in front of him. At that moment, Shura was powerful and terrible. He was the true god who destroyed everything at this time!

Suddenly, his bent waist straightened up, like a bent bow shooting out a sharp arrow. His hands crossed his chest, and two red heat waves level with the ground suddenly appeared in the air. The heat wave was extremely sharp and rushed towards the 100-person team, as if the piercing cold in autumn had been melted, and the samurai felt that what flew in front of him was Death harvesting his sickle. Gao Yunma's rapid charge could not be stopped. The 100-person team collided with the two red heat waves, unimped, like a sharp knife deftly swimming between the bones and veins, and the warrior was cut off from his chest by a heat wave. Another heat wave flew slightly low, but cut off the horse from the root of the horse's leg and even cut the horse's belly.

The heat wave of high temperature is as sharp as a blade. At the moment when the temperature splits on the samurai's armor, the armor is melted and cut into the samurai's chest smoothly, and the fate of the war horse is the same. The rest of the warriors on the battlefield seemed to disintegrate into pieces of meat in an instant. The warrior's body was cut flat from his chest by the heat wave. At the moment of cutting, the upper half of his body flew back uncontrollably, watching the war horse carry his lower half of his body and continue to run forward. His face hidden under his armor was irreparable fear, and then the horse also fell into such a scene and collapsed into two halves.

The moment the fiery temperature cut the warrior's body, the incision was burned by the high temperature, so there was no blood flow. After the warrior was cut from his chest, he did not die on the spot, turning the last breath in his lungs into a roaring scream. The horse, which was cut off with four legs, was cut open even the horse's abdomen. The fresh abdomen slipped out and slipped far away by rubbing the gravel ground. The hissing of the horse and the last howling of the warrior converged into the most absurd and terrible nightmare. Just now, the aggressive and vigorous cavalry turned into a pile of scattered meat! The samurai's broken body quickly dissipated the last trace of life and slowly cooled down in the cold wind in late autumn.

Su and his dark pupils shrank into a point. What is this means? In an instant, a 100-person team was killed, and the death was not even meaningful, as if to open their eyes and let them know how the devious man in red robe killed him! He couldn't help but think of what the big shaman has been saying that mastering the magician is equivalent to having the world's top power. Is there a person with such power standing in front of them now?

He looked at the troops of King Erdun Ketu Khan standing behind the man in red. Asislan sent only one person to stop the two thousand people they were proud of. Shengli was clearly blocked by the last chasm in front of him. How could this make him happy? He glanced at the battlefield, and the defense line of the two wings was completely torn apart, and Azlan's lion teeth were shooting at the middle army of these two thousand of them. The life of more than 8,000 heroic knights was abandoned in exchange for such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but it was blocked by a seemingly insignificant person. How can those warriors who cover them die at ease?

There is no time to wait any longer. If they don't kill the man in front of them, they will all die, including themselves and the king! Su He roared furiously, "The four advance 100s killed in different directions, so that the demons did not know which direction to cast the spell, and the rest of them followed up to kill! Kill one team after another, just rush forward, don't turn back, don't give in!" By now, the warriors will not retreat. It's not that they can't retreat, but that there is nowhere to retreat. Behind them are tens of thousands of lion teeth and wind demon warriors. Their army of less than 2,000 can't stop it!

Only by rushing forward can there be a glimmer of hope for life!

Four hundred-person teams rushed towards Shura in four ways. They had to keep rushing, rushing, rushing, so that the demon did not know which direction to cast spells. Subsequent warriors followed one by one. They wanted to seize the opportunity for the demon to cast spell and kill it. At this time, the samurai have the belief to die. In the face of being so powerful that they have no room to give in!

The expression on Shura's face became more and more cruel. His handsomeness, his gentleness, and his god-like noble temperament were all gone at this moment, leaving only cruel, cruel and terrible. When the magician decides to kill, this world will be hell! Facing the vigorous riding of nearly 2,000 people rushing towards him, he stood still, waving his arms wide open and closed, and chanting mysterious spells between his lips and teeth. The air around him was twisting and rising within three feet, and he could already feel the blazing temperature of the sea after dozens of steps.

As his slender arms waved, fireballs emerged out of thin air and rushed to the heroic warriors who were desperate. The fireball hit the warrior and immediately burst into a dazzling spark. The armor on the warrior's body and the horse armor of the war horse suddenly became red and melted into iron water falling to the ground to make a harsh 'sneer' sound, and then turned into a pile of indistinguishable iron.

He kept chanting spells, and the difficult inscriptions spit out between his lips and teeth like the most beautiful vocal music. The violent force and firelight rushed to the sky, cutting off a batch of rushing cavalry. The surging heat wave can make the warrior's body reach a very high temperature in an instant. Some of them are smart enough to avoid the impact of the fireball power, but they are swept away by the heat flow. At the moment they rushed out of the flames, the blood of their whole body vaporized, the whole body burned black and contracted, and then exploded with a bang, and the cracked skin was like a blooming beauty. Beautiful flowers.

Shura felt that his blood was boiling, and the power flowing in his veins was like an unbound dragon, violently hitting his joints to destroy his body. But his mind is clear, his mind is as clear as a mirror, and his great power is still rising. After entering the mortal world, he rarely used the spell of killing so smoothly, as if he had been suppressed for a long time and was released. His power at this time was a little stronger than at its peak! His pinch between his fingers, the spells between his lips and teeth, the boiling and burning magician's blood in his body, the power standing at the top of the world mercilessly destroyed the so-called army, the so-called warrior, the so-called courage in the secular world!

He couldn't calculate how many people he had killed. The ground was full of black solidified iron water, and the ground was in a mess. After these warriors were killed, they did not even leave complete bodies. The ashes disappeared in a roll, as if this person had never appeared.

Su He roared angrily, "Next team, the next team continues to suppress, press down!" We are getting closer and closer to that demon! As long as you rush up and cut off his head, victory is ours!" The heroic horse has been killed and injured too much, and hundreds of strikers have been killed, but they have lost so many warriors, but they can't even get close to the demon! They must leave a thousand people so that they can fight against the 1,000 blood lions behind King Erdun Ketu Khan, and these two thousand people have lost nearly half of them, and this demon still looks so indifferent, walking leisurely like a large number of elite warriors!

The samurai still charged to death, surrounded by the loud sound of fireball explosion. Under the blazing temperature, his body was burning with severe pain, as if even the bones had been burned red. They are like a group of sturgeons that lay eggs against the current, knowing that there are countless natural enemies waiting to eat them upstream, but they still have no hesitation. Because the upstream is a warm bay, which is the hope of survival. Even if the companions around them are eaten and killed, they still charge without hesitation. The warrior in the front blocked the fireball for the warrior behind, and the warrior behind him crossed the charred corpses of their companions and continued to rush. This is the rule on the battlefield. Nearly a thousand warriors died on a road of no more than a hundred feet. Anyone's life is worthless. As long as someone can rush closer and raise a knife to cut off the demon's head, it will be a victory, and the dead warrior will also die meaningfully!

Shura seemed to be tired of such an endless rushing warrior. He pondered for a moment, and the spell between his lips and teeth stopped. The scarlet eyes slowly closed and began to meditate deeply. He wants to communicate with the most powerful power of heaven and earth and end the battle in one fell swoop - the bravery of the warriors is really meaningless! He has killed enough people and is not in the mood to play with them anymore.

Su He's eyes suddenly widened. This is a God-given opportunity, and the demon finally stopped summoning the terrible fireball. The warriors' charge was unimpeded. He rushed forward first and kicked Gao Yunma's stomach. The war horse quickly gasped through the alveoli, turned the last trace of strength in his bones into speed, and jumped three feet away, which was terrible. Su He raised his knife, and the ecstasy in his eyes was unspeakable. As long as the heads of demons are cut off with a knife, nothing can hinder their existence.

But at the moment when the blade split the head, Shura's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the blood-red light in his eyes spewed out thinly, and the words 'fire' roared in his mouth.

Su He suddenly felt that the knife in his hand was hot and scary. The huge and heavy * actually melted into iron water, and the armor on his body became red. Seeing that the demon was about to be killed, but the moment his eyes opened, an aperture of hundreds of feet appeared at the feet of the demon. He opened his arms and roared up to the sky. His scarlet hair danced to the sky. The whole aperture rose violently burning flames, like the soul refining fire used by the devil in hell to torture the soul, and the clouds in the sky were also It seems to be scattered by the hot temperature, revealing the blue purity on it. But under the red firelight, the blue sky actually showed a deep dark purple.

The whole fierce riding is surrounded by a circle of fire, and the 100-foot radius around Shura's body is full of burning crimson flames. Thousands of rushing rode in the flames and screamed and rolled. The armor on their bodies were burned in an instant, and their flesh and blood turned into char. They rolled desperately and roared desperately, but the flames in this hell was much warmer than the ordinary flame. Their flesh and blood, bones, armor, and even their souls were burned to ashes.

From a distance, the king of Erdun Ketu Khan felt the blazing temperature of the burning flame from so far away. This Mengyang messenger blocked 2,000 people's vigorous riding alone, and it seemed that he had not tried his best. His lion-like eyes stared at the gorgeous and enchanting figure standing in the flames. He didn't know that he was dealing with such a person! No, this is not human at all. Such power clearly transcends people and is infinitely close to 'God'! The slender and beautiful figure, the charm of the inscription on **'s chest flashed brightly, and the dazzling flames wrapped around his body. Shura's face was expressionless. He looked coldly at the human beings struggling in his hell, watched them die, and even their souls were burned to ashes by flames.

Looking at his figure, King Erdun Kitu Khan even wanted to kneel down and worship the figure of that man! This is almost a living god!

The fire gradually went out, and everyone was stunned - the ground within 100 feet around Shura was more than a foot deep, and the land was burned and disappeared under the heat of the flame. The fire seems to burn out the nothingness of the world and burn all the existences in the world. On the charanied land, only Shura stood there alone. His figure was lonely, as if the world was running around him, and there was no longer anything comparable to him. It was such a feeling of loneliness standing high and seeing the mountains.

Shura bent down, reached out to grab something, and suddenly lifted it up. A scorched body was caught in his hand. His slender and handsome hand grabbed the man's face, looked at the distracted eyes, and said, "Chi Na Si's magnificent riding leader, Su and Saihan, you lost!" The smile on his face was gentle and polite, the strange and terrible charm on his body had receded, and the blood red in his eyes was no longer so terrible. The whole person became noble and gorgeous again, and it was not commensurate with the messy scorching earth around him.

He walked step by step, and his feet stepped on the black ground. Tens of thousands of lion teeth and wind demon riders have rushed over and surrounded the square land. The warriors stared at the figure walking slowly. The whole battlefield was quiet and terrible, as if the beautiful figure of Shura was the only immortal existence in the world.

Shura held Su and Saihan's face in his hand. His burns were burned in many places, and his whole body emitted a smell of burnt meat. His body was powerless to drag it to the ground, like a big tattered doll. He did not die. This man was lucky. After the fire started, the man was the closest to him, so he survived.

Everyone's eyes followed Shura's figure, and they saw where Shura's goal was! At the border of hell, several sporadic war horses were still standing, and there was only one person left to ride the vigorous horse - King Chinas. The battle of 20,000 vigorous riders was killed, the general was captured alive, and 20,000 vigorous riders were killed. Only the king survived. The most powerful man on the grassland was alone at this time.

Shura dragged Su and Saihan's body, walked to the king, looked up at the old man sitting on the horse, looked at his burnt hair and dark face, and looked at his empty amber eyes. His beautiful face showed a gentle smile and said, "Your Highness, it's not the first time we've met!" His tone is extremely gentle and polite, like the most graceful aristocrat in the south, as if he is an aristocratic temperament that has accumulated the charm of dozens of generations in his bones, and he can't associate it with the crazy devious Shura who used terrible spells to kill people.

The king did not say anything, and his eyes fell on his right hand. Shura followed his eyes, smiled with relief, raised Su He in his right hand, waved to the king, and said, "Your Highness, your subordinates are very brave, and his courage shocked me. You see, he is still alive. It's a pity that such a brave warrior died..." He smiled as softly, his eyes narrowed like a crescent, and his right arm shook. Su He's scorched body was powerless to swing in mid-air, really like a doll at the mercy of others.

"Su He..." The king shouted hoarsely, and big drops of tears rolled out of his amber eyes. How could he ever shed tears for so many years? After being a king for so many years, I have never cried again, even when my eldest son Mondulatu Chinasi died. Why are you sad to cry now? Is it because of the terrible defeat? Did your life's fame be destroyed? Is it because there is no way to escape now? Or is it that the fall of his most loyal department is so sad and indignant?

"Ah--" The king looked up and roared, his voice was violent and rough, like a wounded beast. His hand with the knife suddenly turned over, and the blade of * cut towards his neck - because he was a king, he could not be captured even if he died. This was the pride of the grassland monarch, the glory that the Chinas family had inherited for hundreds of years. It was an unbearable shame to be captured after losing the battle. What's more, being captured alive will hit Chi Nasi harder than death!

"Bang--" Shura reacted quickly, raised his left hand quickly, and a flame rushed out of his fingertips to shoot on the king's *. The flame was sharp enough to cut * into two sections, and half of the blade flew into the air, rotating and falling, inserting it into the scorched land.

The king was so shocked that he looked at the only handle of the knife* in his hand and the beam of flames being put into his body by Shura. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Your Highness, why is this necessary? In front of me, you can't even commit suicide... King Erdun Ketu Khan has something to say to you, and I must bring you to him!" Shura smiled tremly and pointed to the head of the war horse under the king. A heat wave at his fingertips poured into the horse, and the war horse instantly turned into a pile of ashes. The king fell off his horse, was grabbed by Shura's hair without waiting to stand up, and couldn't help dragging away. The moment the king was caught, his body could not use any strength, and he was dragged to the king of Erdun Ketu Khan like a big rag doll like Su He.

He closed his eyes helplessly and held his breath - he didn't want his enemies to see him so embarrassed.

Shura said softly as he walked, "Four years ago, when you attacked Mengyang Miao City, I helped you at that time. Although I just helped you destroy Mengyang's shield wall machine, I was on your side at that time. But now, I follow His Majesty Lin Xi's will to help King Erdun Ketu Khan complete his great cause, so I can only stand on your opposite side. If there is any offense, please forgive me. His words were warm and beautiful. Anyone who heard his words would feel like a spring breeze and feel very comfortable, but he drooped his hands and pinched Su and Saihan with the king in the other, allowing their powerless bodies to drag on the scorched battlefield.

The king closed his eyes sadly. He suddenly remembered what General Alatancang said when he saw Mengyang's shield wall machine destroyed by this man four years ago outside the erratic city: 'I don't know, God or devil, I can't tell! However, he just stood by our side, which is our god, the devil of Mengyang people. But God's heart is unpredictable. Maybe it will become our devil, the god of Mengyang people...' At this time, this man in red is his own devil.

"Oh--" Shura walked to the king of Erdun Ketu Khan and said with a smile, "Well, the king of Chinasi and the leader of the magnificent cavalry have caught it!"

The shock of the Lion King was beyond resurmount. He thought he wanted to fight for the power of lion teeth and shoot. He thought he wanted to unite all the tribes, but he didn't expect it to be so simple! He rode on a horse and looked condescendingly at the black Su and Saihan and the king of Chinas. The person he hated is now in front of him. Is it free to deal with? He raised his head and looked at Shura. The handsome man put his arms on his chest, and his eyes were bent into crescents with a smile. He said, "Your Highness, now is the time to avenge your sister Masulda Erdun! Kill them, and your sister's soul can rest in peace--

"Why did you help me to this extent?" King Khan interrupted Shura's words, and his yellow-brown eyes stared at Shura. He was afraid! The first feeling of working with people who are too powerful is fear! That's true! Because the other party is too powerful, he is dispensable in comparison with him... Such a strong contrast makes him have to be cautious.

"The reason is very simple. As long as your goal is the same as my Mengyang's goal, His Majesty Lin Xi will fully support you! As the national teacher of His Majesty Lin Xi, I will naturally do my best to help you!" Shura said naturally, and his tone was a little helpless, as if explaining something obvious. In this way, it is also to show you the sincerity of my dream! We really want to achieve our wishes for Your Highness - as long as we have common wishes and interests!"

King Erdun Ketu Khan looked coldly at Shura, his scarlet eyes, and desperately wanted to see what this man was thinking from those terrible eyes! But I got nothing. He took a deep breath and turned to look at his embarrassed Bo Ri Te Chi Na Si and Su and Sai Han.

The lion's teeth began to ride and shoot, and the whole team began to gather towards King Khan. Their losses are not big, the number is dominant, and there are more than 27,000 lion teeth left. The horseshoes of the cavalry were roaring, raising the rolling dust, with the smell of scorching earth and blood. The warriors who rode lion teeth were extremely excited at this time - they won and defeated the strongest cavalry on the grassland. Although the mysterious man in red helped them too much in the end, they finally won. The king of China thought highly, and the emperor on the grassland was also captured in front of the king of Khan's horse.

Haiyang and Ujili also came with a brigade of lion teeth. A team of warriors lined up neatly in front of King Khan, and nearly 30,000 lion teeth shot bright red gold armor as if they were burning. This group of warriors who defeated the grassland heavy cavalry emperor are extremely proud at this moment, and their achievements are enough to be included in the history of the barbarians. After the lion's teeth finished riding and shooting, Haiyang and Ujili fell over and got off the horse, knelt on one knee in front of the Lion King, put their hands on their chests, and shouted excitedly: "Hang Long live King Khan, Long live Azlan! I implore King Khan to become the new king of the barbarian clan, and Erdun Ketu will become the new king of the far north grassland!"

Tens of thousands of lion teeth behind them also knelt down and roared loudly: "Hang Long live the King of Khan, Long live Azlan, Long live the King of Khan, Long live Azlan! ..." The warriors roared as if they were about to shake the nine days. The men's enthusiasm finally boiled before the ancient hegemony. Isn't the meaning of the warrior's war is to complete the hegemony for his king? It is an extremely glorious thing to overthrow the hegemon who has ruled the grassland for hundreds of years and witness the birth of a new royal family!

I don't know who took the lead, and the roar of the warriors became: "Kill the king, set up the new king - kill the king, set up the new king..." The faces of the warriors became twisted and ferocious with a loud roar, and the murderous intention was transmitted, which was terrible. Then the roar of the warriors was briefly "kill-kill-kill-kill" There could be two kings at the same time on the grassland. The birth of a new king and the old king must die.

King Erdun Ketu Khan listened to the roaring and killing of the warriors, and his ears seemed to be buzzing. Blood rushed to his face, but his thoughts flew to the distant past. He looked at Su and Saihan, who were lying on the ground and motionless. He remembered that at that time, he stumbled and ran to the slaughterhouse after hearing that Chi Naisi was going to slaughter the whole Gaza. At that time, he was not as powerful as he is now. In the face of the famous cavalry leader of the Gaza, Su and Saihan said to himself. Words:

'The Gaza department brazenly provoked a war and challenged the majesty of the supreme ruler on the grassland, so they should have the awareness of paying the price. King Lanmuzabu Khan launched a war, but it is not up to him in what way and in what direction the war is going. If there is no rule, it is the rule of war on the grassland.

'You can take away this woman's body, so many bodies will not be traced. What's more, this woman's life and death have nothing to do with the overall situation'

The war on the grassland is so cruel. There are no rules. His sister is just a poor and innocent ordinary woman, but she died tragically on the battlefield, and the enemy who waved his head lay in front of his horse.

He looked at the defeated old king staring haggily. He seemed to have suddenly lost weight, the wrinkles on his face were deeper, and his amber eyes were dim, as if he had lost his will. The old king heard what the warriors around him shouted: 'Kill the king, establish a new king... Kill-kill-kill...' The defeated self is not even as good as a dog. His magnificent wish and his inherent glory. He tried to tear off a large rich territory in the south and bring the barbarians out of the great ideal of this wild grassland. It became as hopeless as this scorched earth.

My son Suil and Ke have not seen him become the new king respected by many barbarians, have they not seen him marry a beautiful barbish wife, and have not seen all kinds of beautiful things of the barbarians on the grassland... If so many wishes have not been fulfilled, are they going to die? If he could, he would like to beg Huyan Erdun to let go of his life, as long as he could take a look.

He raised his head and looked at the condescending Lion King riding on the horse. His yellow-brown eyes were extremely cold. The Lion King looked at him coldly and ruthlessly, as if he were looking at a dead man. His throat was very dry and painful, and he could only choke in a low voice: "Human, please-please..."

But the shouts of the warriors around him were too loud, and his weak voice was like the silent sound of his lips. King Erdun Ketu Khan pulled out the knife around his waist and kicked the horse's abdomen. The horse came to him, and he could almost see the scarlet blood in the eyes of the embarrassed king. And the roar of the warriors around became louder and louder, 'kill-kill-kill-', and the sound of killing was shocking.

King Erdun Ketu Khan looked at the man who had dominated the grassland for nearly 30 years with a blank face, but now there was no glory or pride, like an old slave who was about to die. Bolite Chinas, the man who rode on a horse with a heavy cavalry emperor on the grassland to fight in the south and north is old. He is now in front of him. If you kill him, you can become the new king of the barbarians. If you kill him, you can replace the leader of the grassland of Chinass. If you kill him, you will be born a new royal family!

But except for these exciting hegemony, no one knows that he has spent so much effort to fight, aiming to defeat Chinas, and vowing to kill Bolichite Chinas, just to avenge his poor sister Masulda... It has little to do with royal hegemony...

The samurai's shouts became higher and higher, even with some hysterical roars. The Lion King no longer hesitated and took a deep breath. His hand holding the knife was raised and waved down. The light of the knife flashed, and a crimson blood splashed out. The amber one, overlooking the grassland for nearly 30 years, could no longer open its be opened...

Dream solar calendar, on October 16 of the fourth year of Lin Xi, the barbarian king Bo Rite Chi Nasi died. Huyan Erdun Ketu was supported as the new king by his subordinates, and the Azeslan Department replaced the Chinasties and became the new hegemon of the far north. As soon as this came out, the grassland was shaken.