The Hero's Tomb of the Red-Beauty Arm (V)

Xiang Yu was also a little dazed. In his eyes, there was only the cold frost sword and the fairy-like Yu Ji, and he seemed to have returned to the past...

At the last dance, Yu Ji used the sword to wipe her neck, and the snow-white neck immediately oozes red blood, so cruel and beautiful. "The Wu Yue thin steel sword is indeed a unique sword in the world!" Yu Ji smiled sadly and fell down softly. "The Overlord should not cry." But the moment she fell to the ground, she clearly saw Xiang Yu's tears.

"No, no..."

She heard her man's heart-wrenching cry.

"Yu, Yu, you can't die. If you die, what's the point of me living."

Xiang Yu frantically supported Yu Ji's delicate head with one hand, and tried to cover the blood gushing from his throat with the other hand. But everything was in vain.

Yu's blood stained his armor, and the breath of life gradually faded away with the warm blood.

Xiang Yu's heart was cold and dead.

His resolute eyes showed a heartbreaking gray.

The spirit of the Chu army that had just surged disappeared in an instant.

…

On the bank of the Wujiang River.

Xiang Yu stood dignified, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the hilt of the sword had turned white.

Countless Han soldiers surrounded Xiang Yu in the center along the river, but no one dared to move forward, their faces were as pale as paper. In their eyes, the person standing in the middle was not a human at all, but a god, a god of war from heaven, and mortals could not possibly touch him. More than a hundred brothers have died under his sword, but his hands did not tremble at all.

No, this is definitely not a human, and a mortal body would not have such energy.

Xiang Yu turned his head and looked at the Wuzhui on the boat that was gradually going away with infinite attachment.

Suddenly, Wuzhui neighed, jumped from the boat into the Wujiang River, and swam towards him desperately.

"Good horse, I'm going, you should find another master."

He looked around and saw a familiar face among the timid Han army - Han army cavalry Sima Lü Matong, so he shouted to Lü Matong: "We should have met before, we are old acquaintances."

Lü Matong then met Xiang Yu and subconsciously tilted his head to deceive the horse. The horse sprayed a cloud of white air from its nose, and its front hooves stepped on the ground anxiously. The days of fighting made this battle-hardened warhorse excited. It didn't know why the master didn't rush over when there was only one person left in front of it. However, it still obeyed the master's instructions and took two steps back slightly.

Lü Matong turned to Wang Yi and said, "This man is King Xiang."

Lü Matong pushed the decision to Wang Yi without leaving a trace, and Wang Yi could not help but frown.

After several attacks, although the number of Chu troops gradually decreased, they were not at the same level in terms of numbers, but Xiang Yu?

Alas, this terrible and hateful Xiang Yu.

The soldiers were all timid. He just gave the order to make another attack, but the soldiers only rushed out two steps, but were scared back by Xiang Yu's eyes.

Wang Yi had thousands of soldiers, but he was helpless.

At this time, Xiang Yu smiled and said to Lu Matong: "I heard that the King of Han offered a thousand pounds of gold and ten thousand households as a reward for my head. I didn't expect that my head was so good. I was tempted by the offer. Haha, since I met an old friend, I'll give it to you this time. Chapter 2: One Life of Hatred and Several Lifetimes of Resentment (I)

Xiang Yu looked up at the sky, and the whole sky reflected Yu Ji's charming smile: "Well, everything should be over. Yu, do you know? If you were still by my side, even if thousands of troops rushed towards me, I would protect you to Jiangdong. But you cruelly abandoned me. You are the unremitting motivation of my life. If you leave, what else do I have to desire? Although the world is big, without you, what is the world, what is the country, since Liu Bang wants it, then give it to him. "

Xiang Yu raised the still rainbow-like sword and looked at the Han cavalry. The fear in their eyes was gone, replaced by greed. He laughed and said: "Great head, come and take it. "He slashed his throat with a sword.

At the moment he fell to the ground, he actually felt pleasure, the special pleasure that only people who have fought on the battlefield for many years can feel when they assassinate the enemy.

No one in the world can kill him. If there is anyone, that person is himself.