Still holding the scimitar's broken hand tightly, it fell into the snow, and his fingers were still moving subconsciously.

If it doesn't come out, it's gone, if it comes out, it'll be bloody.

Confused.

At this moment, Nurhachi froze on the spot, his head buzzing.

The whole person was dumbfounded, frozen in place, looking down at the severed palm on the ground, he didn't react at all.

The whole place fell into silence for an instant.

Especially those with bald braids who were very proud before were all silent, and their pupils shrank sharply as they looked at Nurhachi's severed palm on the ground.

These bald Jurchens didn’t understand at all, what happened just now?!

"Taizu is mighty!"

On the viewing platform.

Old Zhu Di was stunned at first, then laughed, and was the first to speak.

With a shout, all the emperors and princes behind him all spoke up, each one more excited than the other.

"Taizu is mighty!"

"Taizu is mighty...!"

“…!”

The sound is like thunder, dispersing the wind and clouds.

Ji Boying sat in front of the emperors and princes, and the old Ban Zhang in his hand was no longer warm.

A little cup of tea, the heat is rising again.

It's not that it was heated, but that the tea in the cup was changed again.

Looking at Lao Zhu on the ring, his eyes were surprised.

He really didn't expect that Lao Zhu's personal combat power was so awesome.

Once you take action, it’s a killer move.

Lao Zhu has always disliked flashy things, and his killing techniques are simple and clear.

Ji Boying didn't even see clearly how Lao Zhu used the sword just now.

As soon as the cold light passed, Nurhachi's severed palm fell to the ground, like a surgeon's scalpel, precise and ruthless.

Ji Boying looked at Lao Zhu on the ring. Half a foot away in front of him, Nurhaci was covering his broken wrist with blood gushing out.

He is a little curious.

Next, what choice will the Ming Taizu make towards the Qing Taizu?

Kill?

Or, don’t kill?

While he was thinking, Ji Boying suddenly thought of something.

He forgot to project Abiao, who stayed behind in Hongwu's classroom.

If Abiao had not seen such a wonderful moment, he would have been depressed for the rest of his life.

Think for a moment.

In an instant, beside Chang Yuchun, the blue jade with excitement in his expression disappeared with a swish.

(In Hongwu time and space, Lan Yu appeared in the Yongchang Hou Mansion with a confused face, and then a face full of frustration: Why should the connection be disconnected at the most exciting place?!)

Then, where Lan Yu was, A Biao's figure appeared.

"Huh?"

Chang Yuchun glanced at his side from the corner of his eye, was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look.

In addition to being surprised by A Biao's sudden appearance, he was even more surprised by the marks on A Biao's face.

"Your Highness is crying?"

Abiao was also stunned for a moment. He was writing a summary while enduring loneliness, so he quickly turned his head away and continued to pronounce stubbornly.

"My father-in-law made a mistake."

Fortunately, everyone else's eyes were on the ring, and they didn't even notice Lan Yu's disappearance or A Biao's appearance.

‘What are you doing?’

A Biao subconsciously looked towards the ring, and when he saw Lao Zhu and the broken palm on the ground, his expression suddenly changed.

"Father!"

At this moment on the stage, Lao Zhu’s eyes were calm.

To be more precise, from the beginning of this duel, Lao Zhu's expression did not change at all. He remained as indifferent to the world as ever and remained absolutely calm.

In the eyes of this commoner emperor, who started with a bowl and rose from the bottom of the fighting, it was just a small scene.

When he first joined the rebel army, when tens of thousands of people were fighting in a melee, Lao Zhu charged forward with a knife, slashing people without batting an eye, and also ensuring that he would not be slashed.

From this point of view, the reason why the blackened Zhu Qizhen has advanced to this level is probably because he has awakened the ruthless gene belonging to Lao Zhu in his bones.

"Can a slave be subdued?!"

Lao Zhu glanced at Nurhaci and shouted.

And now.

Nurhachi made an unexpected move.

I saw that Nurhachi completely ignored the broken wrist and just grabbed a handful of snow to block the break.

Then he slowly knelt on the ground, and with his other left hand, his body trembled involuntarily under the severe pain, he opened the fingers of his broken hand one by one, and took out the scimitar.

Hold the handle and lift the scimitar.

Nurhaci stood up again, letting the blood spurt out of his right wrist, and a look of madness appeared on his face.

"Zhu Yuanzhang, you haven't won yet."

"The Golden Jurchen will never be a slave!"

It is normal for the old slave to shout this slogan.

After all, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the Jianzhou Jurchens have been the slaves of the Ming Dynasty. There is no doubt about this.

The words fell.

Nurhachi looked crazy and charged with a desperate attitude. He threw himself at Lao Zhu, as if he was planning to exchange one life for another.

On the viewing platform, Ji Boying frowned fiercely.

Even the two martial arts masters Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou had expressions of shock.

When fighting alone, you are most afraid of encountering such crazy criticism.

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PS: Some brothers have noticed that in these two chapters, Lao Zhu’s self-identification in front of Jian Nu has been changed to "I" instead of "we". It is not that the monster made a typo, but deliberately chose to use this word.
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I, since Qin Shihuang, have been the emperor’s exclusive title.

Therefore, Lao Zhu called himself "I" before Nurhachi in order to show the orthodoxy of the emperor of the Han Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty in front of his pigtails.
Chapter completed!