Under the bright candlelight, the Overlord suddenly stood up, holding Yu Ji's hand, and leaned over to draw out his Zhanlu sword that had been stained with the blood of countless enemies. The cold light shone through the tent and pointed directly at the sky...
"Strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world,
When times are unfavorable, good things never fade away.
What can be done if the glory is not gone?
Yuxi, Yuxi, what can I do! "
The desolate, tragic and helpless male voice penetrated the clouds and fog, and in the sky, a few cold stars were trembling slightly.
Crystal clear tears slid down quietly on Yu Ji's handsome face. Faced with the irreversible defeat, the man's first thought was not about life and death, but about his grief and anger because he could no longer protect his beloved woman!
"Your Majesty, let me dance and sing for you once again." Yu Ji took the sword handed over by Xiang Yu and showed a sad smile. Her skirt flew with Zhan Lu's blue sword energy, and she danced and sang with her tears...
"The Han soldiers have plundered the land;
Singing sounds from all directions,
The king is exhausted,
Concubine and idle life? "
The famous Overlord of Western Chu's body was filled with iron and steel at this moment, and his eyes filled with tears for the first time in his life. Just when his heart was broken, he suddenly felt a cold light flashing in front of his eyes...
Yu Ji has fallen into a pool of blood...
Although Yu Ji is dead, her soul will remain forever!