The Dragon Bird Sword was held on his neck.

This sword, which is as sharp as clay, only needs to come closer to cut his throat.

The Barbarian King finally panicked completely.

He hasn't completed his great mission of occupying the five states of Daxia, and he doesn't want to die!

"Emperor Yin!" The barbarian king's eyes were blood red as he looked at the young emperor on horseback.

His voice was hoarse and his tone was broken: "The mountains and rivers are in a foreign land, the wind and the moon are in the same sky! Why do you need to kill everyone?!"

He took over the throne from the previous barbarian king. At that time, almost the entire Beizhou had fallen, and the remaining continents were also in constant war.

The barbarians have great advantages.

In addition, the barbarians are all close to two meters tall and are good at making weapons, so they can be said to be natural fighters.

In the view of the Barbarian King, it was only a matter of time before the five states of Daxia were occupied and the dynasty of Daxia changed hands.

The Barbarian King had no idea that such a situation would be reversed by a young boy in just over ten years.

A desperate comeback.

And the barbarians were forced to the Western Continent, with no way to retreat.

Hearing these words, Si Fuqing raised his head and smiled coldly: "The country hates the family, and we will live together forever!"

She watched how Jiang Haiping walked towards death step by step, and saw the death of too many people.

Spare the Barbarian King's life?

How is it possible?

When she said these eight words, Emperor Yin looked at her deeply and returned his eyes to King Man.

"Your subjects have contacted the principality and are waiting for them to send reinforcements so that you and your soldiers can escape." He lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Really?"

This sentence made the Barbarian King stiffen.

He was an incredibly young emperor with a pale face.

Emperor Yin actually knows everything?!

"You want to bet on a variable." Emperor Yin said in a cool tone, "It's a pity that Gu is all the variables."

The sword rises and falls.

The Barbarian King finally became the soul under the Dragon Bird Sword.

The Dragon Bird Sword drank all the blood and became brighter.

There were less than a thousand barbarians left, and they all fled to the principality further north in the Western Continent.

From then on, there were no more barbarians in Daxia.

"Win, win!"

"Your Majesty, we have won!"

The soldiers rejoiced and were in high spirits.

This war that lasted for thirteen years is finally over.

The remaining enemy bandits are far inferior to the barbarians and they can clean them up.

Their descendants can never suffer from war again.

The young emperor coughed slightly and turned his horse around.

His faint voice hid a smile: "I will take you home."

Si Fuqing raised his head.

He is always at the forefront.

The world is dark, yin and yang are in reverse, and he is the only light.

But now, the lights completely illuminate this world.

"That's great. I will definitely get drunk before I get back to Yong'an."

"I can finally go back and rest."

The soldiers were extremely excited.

And in the endless joy, the Dragon Bird Sword suddenly made a vibrating sound.

"Buzz buzz!"

Very anxious.

"Your Majesty, this sword is indeed effective." A young general smiled, "It also knows that we have won the victory, it -"

His words stopped on his lips.

Because he was horrified to see blood flowing down the corner of the emperor's lips drop by drop.

Some dripped on clothes, and some dripped on horses.

shocking.

"His Majesty!"

Everyone else also saw it, and their expressions became horrified: "Your Majesty!"

"Where is the doctor? Call the people from the Divine Medical Alliance over quickly!"

The soldiers instantly became a mess.

Si Fuqing couldn't squeeze in, so she stood there in a daze.

The scene in front of me finally coincided with the records in the history books.

This injury completely affected his lung disease.

The journey of the war was too long, and he fell into a permanent sleep before returning to the capital Yong'an.

Emperor Yin died on December 31, 684 in the lunar calendar, and he failed to see the coming of the new year.
Chapter completed!