Dressed as the master of a sickly tyrant

Chapter 36 Want to see my kung fu in bed?

The two sides fought fiercely in the open field.

Nan Cangming's figure moved as fast as lightning, and the soft sword in his hand swam like a spirit snake, constantly attacking various key parts of the Nanman Third Prince.

The third prince of the Nanban has strong martial arts skills and many years of experience in fighting, so they did not take advantage of each other after several rounds.

The figures of the two moved alternately, constantly changing their positions, and colliding with each other from time to time.

The soft sword is like a poisonous snake, and like a tarsal maggot, it keeps attacking the third prince of the Nanman, making the third prince of the Nanman overwhelmed.

When getting close, Nan Cangming immediately changed his attack, using the close combat method taught by his master, the third Nanman prince gradually lost the wind.

At this time, Nan Cangming's face was murderous, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty coldness, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

The moves also changed to become more and more fierce and fierce, without giving the third Nanman prince a chance to breathe, he stabbed with the sword quickly and accurately.

The third Nanman prince hurriedly used his sword to block it, the blade of the sword brushed across the sword, the gems on the sword immediately shattered, the wrist of the third Nanman prince went numb, and the sword flew out of his hand.

Nan Cangming seized the opportunity, completely disregarding the gentleman's demeanor, he raised and lowered his sword without hesitation, breaking the tendons of the hands and hamstrings of the third Nanman prince with a few blows.

At this moment, the third prince of the Nanman was horrified, as if he had seen a ghost, he really couldn't imagine that a prince who was not as weak as the crown would have such a strong martial arts.

Moreover, the attack would be so ruthless, the living Jianghu killer's style of play, without any scruples about the royal family's face.

Seeing that His Royal Highness was defeated, the Southern Barbarian Army's morale was greatly depressed, and they rushed forward in a panic.

Xie Anzhi didn't show any weakness either, leading his army forward on horseback.

Nan Cangming looked at the Nanman army who came forward, stepped on the back of the horse, turned up, and landed on his feet. Several generals and soldiers who had molested him before had their throats cut in an instant. I had time to call out.

For a moment, blood splashed everywhere, staining the ground and the silver armor on Nancangming's body.

In the blink of an eye, more than [-] people were killed. Even Xie Anzhi and others were shocked. It seems that His Highness the Ninth Prince showed mercy to them last night.

The blood on the soft sword was still dripping down, the young man's skin was flawless, and the already handsome face was also splashed with blood, and after being stained with blood, it became even more alluring.

It's just that I'm afraid that no one will think that the person in front of them is beautiful now.

Several Nanban generals stared dumbfounded at this young man who looked like a Shura, and then at the twenty or so corpses that fell down in the blink of an eye, a wave of fear rose in their hearts.

They only brought a small number of elite soldiers this time, and now several generals have died in the blink of an eye, which can be described as a heavy loss.

Not daring to fight with all their strength, the few generals who survived by chance looked at each other and ordered the whole army to retreat.

When the Nanchen army saw the barbarians withdrawing their troops, there was a burst of cheers in the army.

The soldiers were all excited, this was their first victory in a long time.

For a while, cheers resounded through the sky, and morale was high.

Xiao Yan also breathed a sigh of relief. He saw the heavy losses of the Southern Barbarian Army these days, and his heart felt bad.

Seeing that His Highness Ninth Prince is so powerful at such a young age, he thinks that he must work harder to become a strong general under His Highness Ninth Prince's command.

After returning to the camp, Nan Cangming finished wiping his face and sat in a high position, looking down at the third prince of the Nanman who was lying on the ground, and said indifferently: "Third prince, do you still want to see my highness's kung fu in bed?"

The third prince of Nanman had his tendons and hamstrings severed, he couldn't stand up, he couldn't crawl, so he had to curl up on the ground like a dog and move around, his eyes stared at Nancangming unwillingly.

At this time, he was extremely regretful in his heart, but he was powerless.

He had no choice but to hope that the man in front of him would not kill him for the time being because he was afraid of the Southern barbarian army coming under him, so that he could save his life for the time being.

Nan Cangming seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and a cruel and mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you think His Highness will be afraid of your Southern Barbarian Army? Before the battle, I thought your eyes were too ugly. Now it's really getting worse. It looks uglier."

The Nanman third prince's face was livid, he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "I don't believe you dare to kill me."

Nan Cangming seemed to have heard some joke: "There is no one in this world that I dare not kill."

After speaking, he seemed to remember something, and his expression was no longer cruel, but with a hint of tenderness: "Even if there is one, it won't be you."

The momentary tenderness made everyone lose their minds, and if they didn't pay attention, they thought they had missed their eyes.

Nan Cangming got up and said to Xiao Yan: "Give me gouging out his eyes, slowly chop off ten fingers one by one, and feed them to the dogs.

They then stripped off their clothes and hung him at the gate of the camp. "

Standing outside the tent, Xie Anzhi couldn't help shivering when he heard Nan Cangming's words.

Their Ninth Highness is really ruthless, it seems that no matter what happens in the future, they will never offend this ancestor.

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

Xiao Yan didn't think it was cruel, so he immediately ordered several personal guards to dig out the eyeballs of the third prince of the Nanman, chopped off his fingers, stripped off his clothes, tied them to a flagpole and hung them up at the gate of the camp.

The third prince of Nanman was hung on the flagpole, motionless.

The two eyes that had been gouged out were bleeding hollowly, and the open mouth occasionally let out a hoarse cry, which made people shudder.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers in the army were frightened even though they had fought in the battlefield for many years. Since then, no one dared to offend Nancangming.

After finishing everything, Xiao Yan walked into the tent and reported respectfully: "His Royal Highness, I have done as you ordered."

Nan Cangming nodded in satisfaction, this Xiao Yan was young, but he had his own opinions, he didn't follow the crowd, he was straightforward and obedient.

The dark guards found out that he was an orphan sent by the Xiao family desperately. He has the demeanor of a man from the Xiao family. If he is trained well, he will be a general in the future.

I am currently short of someone, and this person is available.

So he said in a rare gentle voice: "It's been hard work, go back and have a good rest."

Even though they fought heartily during the day, Nan Cangming felt extremely lonely at night.

Bored, he walked out of the barracks alone. The soldiers on duty immediately saluted and greeted him, not daring to say more.

In the late spring of the southwestern border, there are apricot blossoms flying all over the sky, a vast expanse of whiteness.

The snow-like petals fluttered with the breeze, leaving beautiful arcs in the air.

The moonlight is bright and clear tonight, and the silver light sprinkles the earth.

Nan Cangming was alone among the apricot blossoms, picked up the flute on his body, and played it.

The sound of the flute is melodious and low-pitched, crisp and melodious, with a hint of melancholy and sadness, making people feel sad along with it.

After playing a piece, Nan Cangming put down the flute in his hand, quietly looked at the apricot blossoms, and then played another piece.

In the misty rain of apricot blossoms, play the flute until dawn.

The apricot blossoms contain dew clusters of fragrant snow, and there are many farewells on the green poplar mosque.

The master should be Jiangnan who likes the misty rain of apricot blossoms very much, what is he doing now?

This farewell lasted for several months, and I suddenly regretted that I didn't go to see the master before the expedition.

"Come out.

"Nan Cangming looked into the darkness and called.