Ming Dynasty: A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

Zhu Xiongying's eyes became increasingly cold, and the enemy general's scimitars were like two silver lightning bolts.

It drew dazzling tracks in the air, and each swing was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, heading straight for Zhu Xiongying's vital points.

Zhu Xiongying responded with a spear. The tip of the spear was like a dragon, sometimes circling in defense, sometimes counterattacking fiercely. Every collision with the scimitar would spark a burst of sparks, accompanied by a deafening sound of metal clashing.

"drink!"

The enemy general suddenly shouted, his body grew rapidly, and he chopped down with a sword with a momentum like a tsunami, as if he wanted to split Zhu Xiongying in two.

Zhu Xiongying moved his body to the side, almost sliding along the edge of the city wall, narrowly avoiding the attack. At the same time, he swept his spear across, hitting the enemy general's waist.

The enemy general reacted extremely quickly. He twisted his waist and turned his scimitar over, unexpectedly colliding with the spear again in the air, making a loud "clang" sound. The two men each used the force to retreat several steps.

In this confrontation, both of them felt the other's extraordinaryness, and the battle became more intense.

Zhu Xiongying's spear seemed to have life in his hands, sometimes turning into a dragon swimming out of the sea, sometimes turning into a tiger descending from the mountain. Every move and every style contained his profound understanding and application of martial arts.

The enemy general's scimitar is also incredibly powerful, and each strike is so powerful that it cannot be underestimated.

After a fierce collision, the two men stopped at the same time, standing face to face, their eyes sharp, as if they were looking for the other's flaws.

Suddenly, Zhu Xiongying moved and rushed forward like a ghost, aiming his spear straight at the enemy general's heart.

The enemy general snorted and crossed his scimitars across his chest, forming an indestructible barrier.

"Clang clang clang!"

The spear and the scimitar collided continuously, sparks flew, and each impact made the surrounding air tremble.

Zhu Xiongying suddenly pressed down his spear, trying to suppress the enemy general's offensive, but the enemy general took advantage of the momentum and thrust his spear upward, intending to knock Zhu Xiongying's spear away.

At this moment, a gleam of brilliance flashed in Zhu Xiongying's eyes. He used the rebound force of a collision to suddenly raise his body, and his spear drew a perfect arc in the air, pointing directly at the enemy's head.

The enemy general was caught off guard and hurriedly raised his head to avoid, but he had never expected that Zhu Xiongying's move was just a feint. The real killing move was to suddenly change the direction of the spear as it fell and pierce his waist.

"Pfft!"

The spear pierced through the enemy general's armor, and blood gushed out.

The enemy general widened his eyes, realizing that he was no match for Zhu Xiongying after all.

Zhu Xiongying retracted his spear and looked coldly at the enemy general lying on the ground, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Quickly clear out the enemies on the tower!"

Zhu Xiongying shouted loudly!
"Yes!"

The bad guys responded loudly, speeding up their hands, and the ring-handled swords in their hands flew.

Every swing of the knife is a contempt for life and a punishment for rebellion.

Their movements were swift and precise. Amid the flash of swords and sabers, the rebels fell one after another. The city walls were gradually covered with corpses. The blood dyed the blue bricks red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"kill!"

Zhu Xiongying roared again, his voice like thunder.

I saw a bad guy, who was thin but extremely agile in his movements.

He was like a cheetah, shuttling through the crowd. Every leap he made would land accurately on the head of a rebel. With a swing of his ring-handled sword, the head would fall to the ground.

There was no fear on his face, only enthusiasm for fighting and desire for victory.

On the other side, a burly bad guy, holding two swords, swung left and right, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and no one could stop him.

His two swords intertwined to form silver nets in the air, and any rebel who tried to get close to him would be cut into pieces by this dense net of swords.

His eyes were filled with the pleasure of killing, and every time he swung his knife, it seemed like he was venting the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

Zhu Xiongying stood in the center of the battlefield. His spear was like a swimming dragon, tumbling among the crowd. Every attack was accompanied by the screams of the rebels.

His movements were fast and accurate, and every shot was aimed directly at the vital points without any delay.

His figure left a trail of afterimages on the battlefield, making people dazzling and elusive.

Suddenly, a rebel leader jumped out from the crowd, holding a long sword, and ran straight towards Zhu Xiongying.

This man was tall and muscular, obviously a martial artist. He roared, and with a whistling sound, he swung his sword like a dragon, aiming straight at Zhu Xiongying's head.

Zhu Xiongying snorted coldly, held his spear horizontally, and rushed forward. The two weapons collided, making a deafening noise and sparks flying everywhere.

The rebel leader was incredibly powerful, and his long sword caused Zhu Xiongying's spear to bend slightly, but Zhu Xiongying remained as steady as a rock.

He used the spear's toughness and exerted force suddenly to deflect the rebel leader's sword. At the same time, he shook the spear, and the tip of the spear pierced his throat like a snake coming out of a hole.

The rebel leader was horrified and hurriedly dodged to the side, but Zhu Xiongying's spear followed him like a shadow and held him tightly.

He suddenly pressed down with his spear and at the same time turned his body to the side, using the force of the rebel leader's counterattack to pull him into his arms, and the spear pierced his chest like lightning.

The rebel leader opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground unwillingly, with blood staining his clothes red.

Zhu Xiongying retracted his spear and glanced around coldly. Under his gaze, the surviving rebels trembled and retreated, their eyes filled with fear.

"Kill them all!" Zhu Xiongying shouted coldly.

His voice was calm, as if he had done something very ordinary.

"Yes!"

The bad guy shouted loudly, swung his spear again, and killed in all directions.

The bad guys rushed into the crowd like crazy, and wherever they went, there were screams, blood splattering, and corpses rolling on the street.

Zhu Xiongying did not stop the massacre. There was no sympathy or mercy in his eyes. He was like a god of death, killing all the rebels he met along the way.

Seeing that Zhu Xiongying was powerful, the rebels knew they were no match for him and would suffer heavy casualties if a fight broke out, so they all withdrew from the city wall.

Zhu Xiongying was not willing to let them go and chased after them.

"Hey~"

The spear was like a snake coming out of a cave, piercing through the two fleeing rebels, then it turned around and blew their heads off.

"Bang! Bang!"

After the two heads fell to the ground, they were still twitching slightly, as if they still maintained the expression before death, but it was obvious that they were dead.

Zhu Xiongying continued to chase forward. He was agile like a black wolf, and wherever he passed, there would be a bloody storm.

A rebel leader took the opportunity to rush out from behind the crowd, clenched the short blade in his hand, and stabbed at Zhu Xiongying.

Zhu Xiongying turned around suddenly, and the spear in his hand stabbed out like a snake, straight for his throat.

"what"

The rebel leader screamed, covered his throat, and fell to the ground.

Zhu Xiongying's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty coldness. He swung his spear and killed another rebel who wanted to sneak attack him.

He didn't stop and chased straight into the group of rebels. Rebels kept falling along the way, but none of them could stop him.

While Zhu Xiongying was killing people on the city wall, the Ming army in the city was also fighting with the rebel army in the city.

On both sides of the streets and inside the houses, there were battles everywhere.

The Ming army's AK47s and artillery roared continuously, tearing the rebels apart again and again.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and flames.

The soldiers' figures appear and disappear in the smoke, and every confrontation may be a life-and-death struggle.

The streets were dyed red with blood and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The fight between the two sides was extremely horrific and bloody, with corpses lying on the streets.

A Ming army soldier chopped a rebel's neck with his long sword, knocking him to the ground. His long sword was stained with a lot of blood.

Blood gushed out and splashed onto the Ming army soldier.

At this moment, a sharp arrow pierced the void and headed straight for his throat.

"Puff!" The long arrow pierced his throat. He widened his eyes, lowered his head and looked at the long arrow piercing his throat, his pupils slowly dilated.

Blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The Ming army soldier fell to the ground unwillingly, but his death did not stop the Ming army from attacking.

Instead, he continued to swing the weapon in his hand and kill the enemy in front of him.

The streets were dyed red with blood, and bodies were lying in pools of blood.

Corpses fell one after another, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

After Zhu Yunhuan separated from Zhu Xiongying, he charged into the enemy camp on horseback and with a spear, waving his spear continuously and galloping through the crowd with unstoppable force.

Although he was young, he was very skilled in martial arts and his killing sprees frightened the enemies so much that they dared not to resist.

"boom!"

Zhu Yunhuan kicked a rebel who was about to counterattack.

"Pfft!"

He shot another rebel soldier in the throat, preventing him from even uttering a scream.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

As he walked, he raised his gun and shot at the rebels, one shot after another. With every shot, a rebel fell to the ground and died.

He was very fast and killed more than a dozen rebels in the blink of an eye.

He stabbed a rebel through the chest with his gun, and with a kick of the gun, the rebel's body was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

He stabbed the traitor to death with one shot, and then stabbed another traitor to death with another shot.

Even after more than a dozen corpses fell around him, he still had a cold smile on his face.

As Zhu Yunhuan killed crazily in the enemy camp, the atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense and dangerous.

His figure shuttled through the crowd like a ferocious cheetah, and every swing of his gun was accompanied by the wailing and fall of the enemy.

On the streets, the fighting between the Ming army and the rebels has entered a white-hot stage.

A Ming army soldier, holding a long sword, engaged in a fierce fight with a rebel soldier.

The figures of the two men appeared and disappeared in the smoke, and every confrontation was accompanied by sparks and the sound of weapons colliding.

The Ming army soldiers' swordsmanship was sharp and precise, and every swing of the sword was aimed directly at the rebels' vital points.

However, the rebel soldier was no ordinary creature. Relying on his agile movements and tenacious perseverance, he dodged the fatal blows of the Ming army soldiers time and time again.

Just when the two men were fighting fiercely, a sharp arrow suddenly pierced the air and went straight to the back of the Ming army soldiers.

The Ming army soldiers sensed the danger, but it was too late to escape.

The sharp arrow pierced through his body in an instant. He opened his eyes wide, his face full of unwillingness and astonishment.

His body fell weakly to the ground, and the sword in his hand rolled to the side.

At the same time, another Ming army soldier was fighting fiercely with three rebel soldiers.

He was agile and every time he swung his sword, the enemy would scream and fall.

However, as the battle continued, his strength gradually became exhausted.

Just as he was about to make a final stand, a rebel soldier took the opportunity to attack him from behind and slashed his neck with a knife.

Blood gushed out, and the Ming army soldier fell powerlessly to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes open.

Such scenes are everywhere on the battlefield.

The lives of the soldiers here are as fragile as grass, and every confrontation may be a life-and-death struggle.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, making people suffocate.

Zhu Yunhuan seemed tireless and continued to slaughter the enemy crazily. His spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and every swing of his spear brought the enemy down.

His figure shuttled through the crowd like a flash of lightning, dazzling people.

"boom!"

Zhu Yunhuan kicked away a rebel soldier who had just attacked him from behind.

His eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, as if he wanted to destroy all enemies.

"Pfft!"

He stabbed another rebel soldier in the neck with his spear, and blood gushed out, staining his spear red.

There was no mercy or sympathy on his face, only endless hatred for his enemies.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

As he walked, he waved the spear in his hand and launched fierce attacks on the enemies around him.

Every swing of the gun was accompanied by the enemy's wailing and fall. His speed was breathtaking.

Behind him, the Ming army soldiers followed closely, waving their weapons and engaging in a fierce fight with the rebel soldiers.

On the streets, every inch of land was dyed red with blood, and the air was filled with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

He brandished the spear in his hand and launched a fierce attack on the rebel soldiers who were in the front.

Every swing of the gun was accompanied by the fall of the enemy, and his speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

Under his leadership, the Ming army soldiers also launched a charge.

They brandished their weapons and fought a desperate battle with the rebel soldiers.

On the streets, the clang of weapons clashing, the screams of soldiers, and the roar of artillery resounded through the sky.

"Your Highness, save me!"

At this time, Li Jinglong's roar was heard on the battlefield.

Zhu Yunhuan looked and saw Li Jinglong surrounded by a group of rebels not far away. He was covered in blood and looked extremely miserable.

He only had a few personal soldiers around him and was in imminent danger.

Just as Zhu Yunhuan was about to rush over, he saw two figures falling from the sky.

boom……

Raising clouds of dust!

Looking closely, it was Zhu Xiongying and Yuan Tiangang!
"Your Highness!"

When Li Jinglong saw Zhu Xiongying coming to the rescue, he was so happy that he almost cried.

"Cousin, you have some food!"

Li Jinglong: (;Д`)
Just let it be!

It’s better than no one saving you!
"Your Highness, I will practice diligently when I get back and never be lazy again."

"Yuan Tiangang!"

"exist!"

"open circuit……"

"Yes!"

He immediately swung out his palm, and the powerful and domineering true energy swept towards the rebel soldiers.

They fell down immediately, and those standing in the front were blown to pieces.

That’s right!
It's just fragments!

Who can withstand a blow from my commander? ! ? ? ? ? ?
Who??? (End of this chapter)