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It tells a poignant love story. He was the most heroic man in history, and before his death he sang a sad song about a woman; she was the most charming woman in history, and before her death she danced a story about steadfast love. The story of the two had no beginning, only an ending of parting in death. After his death, he became a demon for her, and fought fiercely with the immortals of the three realms. After he was killed, his unique seven souls were hidden in various places by the immortals; she became a ghost for him, and before she passed away, she smashed Meng Po's soup bowl, and her soul flew away. Even so, he still vowed to subvert the three realms, find her in the next reincarnation, and marry her, even if it took a thousand years.

I will marry you in a thousand years.

The moment Xiang Yu fell, the Han army was first silent as death, then in turmoil, and then shouting like crazy, holding their weapons and rushing to tear Xiang Yu's body. Wang Yi and Lu Matong scolded, but they could not stop the soldiers. The reward of thousands of pounds of gold and ten thousand households could make anyone lose control. At this time, who cares if you are a general or a soldier? As long as you can grab Xiang Yu's head, your life will be second to none in a blink of an eye, and your descendants will enjoy wealth and glory for generations.

All the people laughed evilly and shouted hoarsely: "Mine, mine."

Xiang Yu's body, which seemed holy like a god to the Chu people, was suddenly bloody and cut into countless pieces by knives and spears. The Han army was already crazy and did not realize that there was a dark cloud over their heads.

They were mortals and could never see clearly that there were not only gods but also the evil spirit of infinite resentment above their heads.

Xiang Yu's soul separated from his body and floated in the air, looking down at these lives that were extremely humble in his eyes. His expressionless face gradually became ferocious, with a black color unique to death.

He exhaled gently, and a blood-red gas spread on the ground. The soldiers who were tearing Xiang Yu's body seemed to have received some kind of instructions. They ignored each other, gradually raised their mouth corners from expressionless to evil, and suddenly raised their weapons without warning, and chopped at their good brothers who had fought side by side for many years with all their strength.

They seemed to be unaware of pain, let alone the horror of death. They kept slashing or stabbing the people standing in front of them, and the people standing opposite them didn't know how to dodge at all.

Wang Yi and Lu Matong sensed something was wrong and just wanted to turn their horses around to escape from this rapidly spreading meat grinder, but it was too late. The soldiers who usually feared their military orders opened their bloodshot eyes wide, and several long spears pierced the dragon-like bodies of the military horses, and several other long spears came straight at them. The military horses screamed sadly, rolled sideways, and fell to the ground.

Wang Yi took advantage of the situation to roll over and roll to the ground, avoiding the attacking long spears. He drew the sword at his waist, lowered his body, and chopped the soldier who rushed to the front in half.

His eyes were also absent-minded. Although he was hacking and killing, his eyes were always fixed on Xiang Yu's body, and he shouted: "Don't touch it, it's mine

The hatred of one life will be eliminated in several lives(I)