The black gold is falling in the west, and the red clouds on the horizon are like a blood-stained battlefield, and the red is dazzling.

The woman was wearing a dark red robe with a tight waist and sleeves. The evening breeze blew up her robe and rolled up onto the bloody sword.

She stood up to a thousand troops by herself, but the aura she exuded made those on the opposite side dare not underestimate the enemy.

Her opponent was naturally terrifying. Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in Yancheng had just been wiped out, but she was the only one who resisted until the end and killed countless enemy troops.

She is the war goddess Zhu Jiu who makes the entire Yuzhou continent fearful!

"Is there anyone else looking to die?" the woman spoke slowly, her voice slightly hoarse. The blood stains on her face made it impossible to see her true appearance, only a pair of black eyes as bright as stars, with a trace of blood at the end of her eyes.

Murderous aura swept across the group of people on the opposite side.

The enemy, led by the young emperor Xuanyuan Che, was sitting on the troika's chariot, with his right hand supporting one of his temples, looking at the woman who was killing everyone in a leisurely manner.

His beautiful thin lips formed a mischievous smile, his cold eyes were half-squinted, and he looked at the woman with interest.

"Jiujiu, you can't defend Yancheng, surrender."

Zhu Jiu sneered: "You are no longer the favorite boy in my house, so you don't have to be pretentious and call me that."

The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth froze for a moment, and then he laughed out loud: "Sorry, I'm used to it, and I haven't changed it for a while."

"General Zhu, I will give you two choices now. One is to put down your weapons, and I can let you live, the other is..."

The young man paused for a moment and said in a deep voice: "I will kill myself and be buried with him in Yancheng."

It is naturally impossible to kill oneself.

She is the famous God of War in Yuzhou and a general loved by everyone in the Yan Kingdom. Even if she dies, she will be killed on the battlefield and returned wrapped in horse leather. How can there be any reason to kill herself?

The coldness in Zhu Jiu's eyes doubled, and the long sword turned out a sword flower in his hand, and let out a sad sword cry: "Stop talking nonsense! If you want to enter Yancheng, step over my corpse!"

The young man pretended to regret and shook his head: "General Zhu, you know, I don't want to kill you."

Zhu Jiu didn't want him to say any more nonsense. He raised his sword and came towards him. The glorious sword energy carried a murderous aura and went straight towards the young emperor on the chariot.

The young emperor still had the same casual and indifferent attitude, his light-colored eyes locked on the woman flying over. He saw the strong murderous intent and determination in her eyes, so ruthless that they could not be ignored.

He frowned slightly, and finally slowly uttered two words from his mouth: "Fire the arrow."

Thousands of arrows were fired, hitting the woman's chest directly. She blocked some of them with difficulty, but the arrows still penetrated her body.

One, two, three...

It wasn't until she was no longer able to swing the sword in her hand that Xuanyuan Che raised her hand to signal the archer to stop.

There was wind and sand rolling up, carrying a strong smell of blood.

Everyone looked at the woman in front of them, and their emotions were so shocked that they could not calm down for a long time.

She was proud and proud, and even though she was hit by several arrows, she held on to her body and refused to let herself fall. The blood-scorching sword held up her body, and the blood spread under her body, which was shocking and dazzling.

Xuanyuan Che flew down from the chariot and walked up to her: "Do you hate me?"

Zhu Jiu lowered his head, his bright black eyes slowly darkening.

Hate?

Of course she hated him, but she couldn't blame anyone else. She was the one who brought him to her side, she was the one who taught him martial arts and tactics when she saw how pitiful he was, and it was her lack of understanding of people that allowed others to take advantage of him.

But the battlefield is like this. Soldiers never tire of deceit, and she used to do whatever it takes to win the battle.

So, nothing to complain about.

The only thing she hated was that she had allowed herself to trust that young man. He had disguised herself as timid and obedient, allowing her to relax her vigilance so that she had never been guarded against him, and then hit her head-on at the most critical moment.

I still remember the moment when his identity was revealed, he was still saying sweet words hypocritically: "Jiujiu, I really don't want to be Prince Xuanyuan, I just want to be by your side, add fragrance to your red sleeves, and ride for you.

"

He spoke so beautifully, looking at her lovingly with those otherwise deserted peach blossom eyes.

At that time, she should not have been soft-hearted and should have kept his life instead of letting him go.

Now, the famous name has been ruined, and even the Yan Kingdom is in a situation of being besieged on all sides.

Then, let's die to apologize.

The woman in red stood proudly between the sky and the earth, her blood stained the yellow sand, the sunset faded, her black pupils gradually lost color, and her eyes slowly closed.

The young man stared at her, and when he saw her dying, his indifferent eyes finally changed significantly.

Angry, cruel, until mad...

He suddenly stepped forward, held the woman's shoulders firmly, and shouted in a low voice: "Zhu Jiu, you lost! You lost! What right does a loser have to ignore others?"

"What I hate most is that you act like you are condescending to everyone. I hate your attitude of being unwilling to give in!"

"Gu is asking you if you hate Gu, why don't you answer? Answer me!"

The young emperor shook her shoulders, his face was ferocious, and the ends of his eyes were an angry red.

It's a pity that the dead can't speak. No matter how loud he screams, she won't speak again.

Xuanyuan Che let go of her as if he was exhausted, took a few steps back, and nodded several times.

"...That's all, what do I care about with a dead man?"

"Zhu Jiu, you just need to remember that if you lose, you win, haha..."

For some reason, this young emperor's laughter was filled with loneliness and sadness.

In an instant, Xuanyuan's army broke into the city and captured Yancheng.

........

The pain that pierced his heart disappeared, and was replaced by a sharp and piercing feeling in his chest, like needle pricks.

Zhu Jiu opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight and reached out to cover his chest.

This kind of pain was not strong to her, but if it were placed on an ordinary person, it would be lifelong pain. This body had suffered serious internal injuries.

Aren't you dead? Impossible, the scene of being penetrated by countless sharp swords is still before your eyes. Not even the Great Luo Immortal can save yourself from being shot into a sieve by arrows.

While he was thinking, the door of the dilapidated room was kicked open forcefully from the outside.

Zhu Jiuxun passed by and heard the broken door being kicked. Only then did she notice that the environment she was in was actually a woodshed.

The first to enter the woodshed were two broad-shouldered women with fierce looks on their faces. One of them was carrying a wooden tray with a dagger, a piece of white silk, and a glass of wine, which was probably poison.

A woman in red brocade walked over from the two women. She held her posture, put her hands in front of her, smiled contemptuously, and looked at Zhu Jiu as if she were looking at an ant.

"Tuoba Ye." The woman said, "My master's instructions are for you to choose one."

Zhu Jiu was stunned by the woman's words.

Tuoba Ye, the daughter of General Zhenguo of Xuanyuan Kingdom who once provoked her, in order to teach her a lesson, she took action and disabled Tuoba Ye's martial arts.

She couldn't remember the old things, but she vaguely remembered that she was venting her anger on someone.

Who is it? She somewhat forgot...

But why does this woman call herself that?

Could it be...

Zhu Jiu's pupils shrank, shocked by his own thoughts.


Chapter completed!