Chapter 1591: Who Else?

"Sword, Sword God!"

Bai Qi, at the very front of the battle formation, saw this scene and exclaimed: "How can there still be someone in the world who can reach the realm of a Sword God?"

That was simply a legendary realm!

But the facts were before his eyes. He Ming, who had already become a Sword God, was charging and killing in the Iron Pagoda army formation with just a long sword.

"Watch my Zha Tian Bang Nine Swords!"

"Swinging Sword Style!"

"Falling Sword Style!"

"Lecherous... cough, One Sword Holding Up the Sky Style!"

The more Bai Qi watched, the more shocked he became. The sword techniques Xu Que used were all immensely powerful.

Especially the One Sword Holding Up the Sky Style, which actually used sword qi to expand the sword body into a large treasure sword, piercing through several Iron Pagoda soldiers.

Zha Tian Bang Nine Swords, terrifying to this extent!

"What kind of organization is this Zha Tian Bang, actually able to research such terrifying sword techniques? I fear the number one expert in the world wouldn't be able to last a single move under him!"

Watching his soldiers fall one after another, the Iron Pagoda commander couldn't hold on either.

"Iron Pagoda, form the formation!"

He roared, taking the lead in galloping with his soldiers.

The Iron Pagoda was originally an army strong in charging and killing; only when their speed was up were they the most powerful team.

At this time, trapped by Xu Que, they couldn't exert their due strength at all.

Following the commander's order, the Iron Pagoda soldiers gathered together, like a huge city wall blocking the sun, and a terrifying aura rushed toward them.

"Kill!"

The Iron Pagoda commander roared and began to charge forward.

"Your Majesty, hold on! We are coming!"

Hu Zhengtang led his troops and rushed toward Xu Que.

The two armies were already fighting together. As the main general, Hu Zhengtang should have been commanding the battle in the formation.

Unfortunately, Xu Que, as the Emperor, had already penetrated deep into the enemy formation, so Hu Zhengtang had to hand over command to the deputy general who had followed him for many years, while he himself led the army straight to Xu Que.

Xu Que, as the Emperor, could not suffer any harm. Hu Zhengtang had already prepared for the entire army behind him to be wiped out.

"Must save His Majesty!"

"Yes!"

This army was also psychologically prepared, each with a murderous expression, their fingers gripping their long swords tightly, knuckles white, already ready to go.

Other countries had already proven with their destruction that there was no chance of winning against the Iron Pagoda in a head-on battle.

But even their Majesty was now standing on the front line, so what were they afraid of?

Xuan Yuan Wanrong didn't know when she had climbed onto the city wall, looking at Xu Que's back, a trace of worry that she hadn't even realized herself flashing in the depths of her eyes.

"Bastard... doesn't know how to cherish his life at all."

She didn't know when it started, but she began to consider Xu Que's safety.

Was it when he showed his talent for governing the country?

Or was it when she saw him lead three thousand troops to a great victory?

Xuan Yuan Wanrong didn't know; in her long life, it was the first time she had experienced the feeling of being unable to control her own mood.

The two groups of people approached at high speed, everyone's eyes red, as if their blood had begun to boil.

"Sigh, it's just a war; why make it so hot-blooded."

Xu Que said faintly, sheathed his long sword, directly planted his horse stance on the ground, and the massive true qi in his body began to surge toward his palms.

The violent true qi gathered crazily in his meridians. Xu Que spread his arms to both sides, drew a semicircle, and pushed forward fiercely: "Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets!"

The Iron Pagoda commander saw Xu Que actually stop using his sword and immediately accelerated, laughing wildly: "This emperor is crazy, brothers, kill him!"

"Kill!" The Iron Pagoda's prestige shook the sky, like a monstrous giant wave, about to drown everything in front of them.

Ying Fangwu, sitting in the middle army, saw Xu Que actually put away his sword and sneered: "If this guy didn't throw away his sword, I fear I would still lose a powerful cavalry. What a pity... martial arts are extraordinary, but he's an idiot."

The Iron Pagoda was the cavalry he trained himself; even against a first-rank expert, they could easily tear the opponent to shreds.

In this world, no one can fight the Iron Pagoda with bare hands!

Even if you are a Sword God, it won't work!

Watching...

"Roar!"

A heaven-shaking dragon roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

Immediately after, a golden giant dragon surged out from between Xu Que's palms, majestic and martial, twisting its massive body, carrying incomparable power, and fiercely rushed toward the Iron Pagoda that was charging.

Boom!

The golden dragon's figure instantly covered the entire Iron Pagoda.

The Iron Pagoda commander looked at the figure that blocked out the sky and sun, and the face hidden behind the mask turned pale.

"This... what the hell is this thing?"

The next second, a violent roar exploded, and a large amount of dust was splashed into the air, instantly blocking the sun, and the entire battlefield was extremely dim.

I don't know how long it took, the dust smoke dissipated.

Xu Que stood alone in the center of the battlefield, and opposite him, the Iron Pagoda army, which originally had tens of thousands of people, now had less than a thousand left.

Everyone was stunned.

The entire battlefield was silent, only the howling wind.

Whether it was Eastern Tang or Qin Kingdom soldiers, they were all dumbfounded, their brains blank.

"This... what kind of martial arts is this?"

"Can this still be called martial arts? Where in the world is there such martial arts?!"

"That was a dragon just now, that was a dragon! Our Eastern Tang monarch is the true Son of Heaven!"

Instantly, Ying Fangwu, who was still in a daze, came back to his senses, burning fury in his eyes: "Kill him for me! I want him dead!"

He was so angry that he even forgot to use "I" (Zhen).

Only one thought in his mind.

Kill this person!

I am the true Son of Heaven!

No one can snatch my position as the co-lord of the Nine Provinces!

The Qin Kingdom soldiers gradually came back to their senses and roared as they launched a charge at Xu Que.

Hu Zhengtang also recovered, led his troops, and collided fiercely with the Qin Kingdom soldiers.

This battle was fought until the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dim, and the entire battlefield flowed with blood.

Xu Que was on the battlefield like a god descending to earth, holding a long sword, killing the Qin Kingdom army until they were terrified.

An entire Iron Pagoda army was slaughtered by him alone.

Almost half of the Qin Kingdom soldiers were killed by Xu Que.

Conversely, the Eastern Tang soldiers, although having Xu Que as the main combat force, still had nearly one-third of casualties.

Facing the Qin Kingdom soldiers who swept across the six states, the Eastern Tang soldiers were still not enough.

A large number of broken black iron armor piled up on the battlefield like piles of garbage. Xu Que walked among the corpses everywhere, with sky-high bloody aura beside him.

His white robe was stained red with blood, and the calm smile at the corner of his mouth seemed like a demon from hell in the eyes of the Qin Kingdom soldiers.

"Is this still human..."

"In the world, how could there be such a brave person?"

"This is impossible... this is impossible..."

Xu Que inserted his long sword beside him and roared to the sky: "Who else?"

The sound was deafening, resounding all around!

... ===== CHAPTER 1592 =====