Luo Yishui raised his head in surprise. Behind him, dozens of generals also raised their heads with surprise and looked at the prince in disbelief.

Change generals in front of the army, seize power in front of the formation? And he also had to kill Luo Yishui in front of tens of thousands of troops. No wonder His Royal Highness did not enter the camp, but wanted to announce the order outside the camp. It turned out that he was afraid that the soldiers in the camp would mutiny. At this time, the three thousand imperial guards under Zhang Jian had surrounded them quietly.

"Luo Yishui, haven't you accepted the order to thank me?" Wu Jing stared at Luo Yishui and said sternly. When things got to this point, Luo Yishui had to kill him. In the city of Yuejing, the Luo family had already fallen to the ground. How could Luo Yishui, a commander general, be left behind? More importantly, Luo Yishui is also a master at the peak of level nine.

Behind Wu Jing, two old men in white robe kept clamping the prince tightly in the middle. The prince himself was also a level eight master, and these two worshippers from the palace were even nine masters. Even though they were not as good as Luo Yishui, they were not far from each other.

Luo Yishui was ashes. Since the war against Vietnam in Qi, he has been defeated repeatedly, lost all his generals and lost a large area of ​​land. If he was guilty, he should have been killed. He was just heartbroken. The troops that had just gathered together had finally gained morale, but he was afraid that with his death, he would collapse again.

With his hands trembling, he took over the imperial edict. "Your Highness, I don't know who took over my position? It's better to use a skilled hand when the enemy is in front of you."

Listening to Luo Yishui's words, Wu Jing's eyes couldn't help but feel a little awkward, "Of course, the court will deal with it. Your deputy Pan Hong will take over as the general. Command the army to continue to resist the Qi army."

Luo Yishui breathed a sigh of relief. He had been extremely worried that he would take over with Zhang Jian, who came down from the Crown Prince. Zhang Jian was the son of the left prime minister Zhang Ning. His martial arts cultivation was not bad, but when it comes to leading the army to fight, it was far behind.

After turning around, he looked at his deputy Pan Hong, and smiled and said, "Pan Hong, let me leave the future. Don't shake your plan because of my affairs. Do whatever you should do. Now is the best opportunity. After passing this village, there is no such store. As long as you win this battle, you can at least win three months to half a year for our Dayue."

Pan Hong shed tears, shook his head, knelt down on the ground with a loud bang, walked a few steps forward, and looked at Wu Jing: "Your Highness, the general, although the general was defeated one after another, this is not all the responsibility of the general. Now the general has revived his momentum and gathered 50,000 tigers, and is preparing to fight against the people. At this time, killing the general before the war is not conducive to the war. And, and..." Pan Hong gritted his teeth, "The general is deeply loved by the soldiers, so your highness is not worried about the soldiers' mutiny?"

Wu Jing's face changed slightly. Isn't it because the court sent him here because he was worried about this?

"Pan Hong, do you want to rebel?" Zhang Jian shouted sternly.

Looking at Zhang Jian, Pan Hong was furious and jumped up. He pointed the halberd at Zhang Jian and said sternly: "I'll tell your prince, what are you, and you dare to come up and interrupt? This is the front of the army, not the Left Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Bold!" Wu Jing shouted loudly: "Pan Hong, what do you want to do? This is a collegial agreement between the court and His Majesty, Luo Yishui failed the favor of the holy people, suffered countless soldiers and generals, and lost thousands of miles of land. Shouldn't he be punished?"

Pan Hong was stammering his neck and wanted to say something again, but Luo Yishui pressed it to the ground. "His prince calmed down. Pan Hong was a rough man and did not understand etiquette, but he was an expert in leading the army and fighting. In the future, he would like to ask His prince to support him more."

Wu Jing had a calm face, and with a choke, he pulled out the long sword from his waist and threw it in front of Luo Yishui. "Luo Yishui, for your many years of serving the country, I will give you a decent way of death. You can slaughter yourself!"

Luo Yishui smiled miserably and bowed, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your fulfillment." He stretched out his hand, pulled up the long sword on the ground, turned around and looked behind him, and the general who was Pan Hong was kneeling to the ground, and there was a wailing sound in the field.

"Everyone, Luo Yishui is incompetent. I am sorry to you, the court, the emperor, and the people of Dayue. I will take a step forward. I hope you will fight bravely for the country, expel the people of Qi, and defend the country."

"General!" The generals burst into tears. Many people pressed the hilt of the knife and their bodies trembled slightly, but under Luo Yishui's stern eyes, they finally let go of their hands.

Seeing Luo Yishui crossing his sword in front of his neck, Wu Jing, Zhang Jian and others all quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Luo Yishui died, and the remaining generals were gone. After they were divided and treated, there would be no waves.

Luo Yishui closed his eyes, but Wu Jingdun widened his eyes.

Suddenly, Luo Yishui opened his eyes with his closed eyes, looked up suddenly, and looked at the sky. Almost at the same time, the two worshippers around Prince Wu Jing also looked up and looked towards the sky in the direction of Yuejing.

With a light sound, a black dot suddenly appeared in the sky, which expanded rapidly in everyone's eyes. The harsh whistle also came, accompanied by the whistle, and the sound of horse hooves was also a sudden sound.

"Arrow through the clouds!" An insulted exclaimed. "Protect Your Highness the Prince."

Two priests suddenly stood in front of Prince Wu Jing.

"Second Junior Brother!" Luo Yishui's face also changed drastically. In his life, Yue Guoweizhuang only accepted two disciples, one was Luo Yishui and the other was Moluo, who was famous all over the world for his arrows. At present, Moluo's target was the crown prince Wu Jing.

The cloud-piercing arrow flew rapidly in the air. The violent friction made him look like a fire dragon. One of the two level nine priests protected the prince and retreated quickly. The other had an extended sword in his hand. He stared at the flying arrows, but his body was like a balloon, surging rapidly.

Two disciples of Weizhuang, Luo Yishui, are a family of generals and officials, while Moluo is a hero who is the most awesome hero who is willing to revenge. Although they are both brothers, they have never had much contact because of their background and personality.

"Why is he back?" Wu Jing was shocked and for no reason. Molo's martial arts cultivation was even better than Luo Yishui. He was a half-step master a few years ago, but he was unable to break through. Then Yang Fan went out to sea to find the so-called opportunity. There was no news for several years, but why did he suddenly appear here?

The court worship behind protected Wu Jing and quickly retreated to the Imperial Guard. Rows of soldiers quickly closed, raised shields and spears, and in an instant, Wu Jing could no longer be seen. The worshipper in front of him roared and suddenly jumped up, turning into a sword shadow, facing the feather arrows that rushed towards the fire dragon.

The sound was like thunder, and the fire dragon suddenly dispersed. Everyone looked in horror in the air. A seemingly ordinary feather arrow was standing upright on the ridge of the worshipper's sword. The tail trembled. Amid the shouts of the worshipper, the long sword in his hand was suddenly covered with spider patterns. With a snap, it turned into countless pieces and fell to the ground. The worshipper opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a backplant fell from the air.

As soon as he fell to the ground, the galloping horse in the distance also arrived in front of everyone. A big man with a dark face, a scattered head and a curly beard appeared in front of everyone.

"Second junior brother, what do you want to do?" Luo Yishui stood in front of Mo Luo with his long sword. Mo Luo's sword just now made Luo Yishui secretly startled. After not seeing him for several years, his junior brother's skills were far away from him.

Mo Luo snorted coldly, pointed the huge long bow halberd in his hand at Luo Yishui, and shouted sternly: "Luo Yishui, you are so confused, are you really ready to commit suicide?"

Luo Yishui smiled bitterly: "I am losing my troops and losing my country, so I deserve it."

"Is that right?" Moro sneered: "It's fine if you deserve it. Your Luo family is also worth it. Do you know that your Luo family is dead today? From Old Man Bai to Baby, none of them survived? They are also worth it?"

"What did you say?" Luo Yishui's face turned pale in an instant, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"I said, your family is not left at this moment, and you are killed by your emperor." Moro sneered, "You are still standing in front of me. Do you want to protect this prince?"

Luo Yishui suddenly turned around and stared at the Shield Mountain Gun Forest in front of him.

"Your Highness, Moro is serious about this?" he shouted sternly.

There was no response in the gun forest.

Mo Luo sneered: "He Wu wants to surrender, he wants to be the tyrant of Qi people. You Luo family still want to fight to the end. Who do you destroy if you don't destroy? Luo Yishui, if you are still a man, I will show some manliness today and kill them cleanly, and then take your troops back to Yuejing City to calculate the accounts with the old Wu family."

Luo Yishui's body was shaking, as if he could fall to the ground at any time. Later, Pan Hong and others who heard this were also pale.

"Your Highness, what Molo said is true?" Luo Yishui's long sword slowly lifted up, and his sword body slowly lit up, and he kept making light sounds.

Molo let out a hey, flipped his fingers, and another feather arrow was stuck in his hand.

The soldiers on the opposite side shouted together, and swords and guns were raised.

"Pan Hong, you are a general of the court. If you haven't returned to the camp to raise an army to protect His Royal Highness, do you also want to rebel?" Zhang Jian's roar came from the Imperial Guard.

Moloha laughed, and the long bow in his hand roared, and the feather arrows flashed out. Wherever they shot, they were just where the sound was just made, with loud noises. It was hard to imagine that a feather arrow turned out like a giant hammer, deeply opening a blood alley in the cluster of soldiers in the imperial guards in front of them.

"Luo Yishui, raise your sword, and today I will see our two brothers, killing dragons and tigers!" Molo laughed.

Luo Yishui's face turned abnormally bright red. He took a step forward without feeling like he was taking a step forward, but his thighs were tight. The worshipper who had been shot overturned by Mo Luo was lying in front of Luo Yishui, and was holding Luo Yishui's calves tightly with both hands.

"General, no, if the prince dies, the world will be in chaos, and the great Yue will be destroyed!" (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!