Daqin: I Want to Be a Powerful Minister, but the First Emperor Actually Passed The Throne to Me

The 100,000 Roman army on the opposite side was also shocked beyond measure. All of them opened their mouths wide, and their jaws seemed to fall to the ground in shock.

The one in front of him, but the most famous god of war in Rome, was almost victorious in every battle.

But in the face of Zhao Yu, the god of war in the Qin Dynasty, they were only evenly matched.

Solo obviously did not expect this scene, he licked the corner of his mouth, and the excitement in his eyes became more exuberant.

He looked at Zhao Yu, as if he saw his prey, and his whole body seemed to be bloodied.

"Very good! You are the first opponent I have met in so many years!"

Solo vigorously swung the copper ring sword in his hand, and the fighting intent in his eyes was burning like a raging fire -19.

He was nearly two meters tall, standing in front of Zhao Yu, as tall as the sky.

He was condescending, looking down at Zhao Yu with the eyes of a superior, as if he was looking down at one of his prey.

"Today, I will personally send you to hell! It is your greatest honor to die at my hands!"

The voice fell, and suddenly, Solo's body, like a huge cannonball, suddenly bounced off the ground.

The next moment, Zhao Yu raised his head, and the sky above his head instantly lost his brilliance.

Immediately after that, a huge monster holding a large knife slashed into his strongest knife from his head!

Zhao Yu's eyes moved, a donkey rolled, and at the last moment, he narrowly avoided such an attack.

"~~!!"

After Zhao Yu avoided it, a huge and incomparably deep pit was left on the ground that Zhao Yu had taken.

In the deep pit, thick smoke billowed everywhere, and the ground began to crack, as if a huge earthquake had occurred.

Behind Zhao Yu, all the Da Qin soldiers watched this scene with their eyes fixed in horror.

Their pupils dilated, full of surprise and worry, and their eyes never left the battlefield in the middle.

After the dust cleared and Zhao Yu's figure clearly appeared in the battlefield, they breathed a long sigh of relief.

And Solo was even more astonished. He suddenly widened his pupils and looked at his feet in astonishment, but there was not a single figure.

He jumped up from the deep pit, looked at Zhao Yu not far away, and there was an unprecedented solemnity in his expression.

And behind Solo, the 100,000 Roman warriors were all dumbfounded.

Solo's combat effectiveness, they are obvious to all, and they have never imagined that someone can be comparable to Solo Dou's.

It was absolutely never expected that someone could avoid Solo's fatal blow from Solo's hands!

And today, someone did it!

Moreover, he still looked so relaxed, as if he was doing something easy.

And this person is Zhao Yu of Daqin!

At this moment, the Roman soldiers collectively fell into petrification.

As for Solo, his eyes were scarlet, with a monstrous murderous intent in his eyes, he stared at Zhao Yu viciously, and roared: "Stinky boy, Laozi must kill you today!

"If I don't kill you, I swear I won't be human!"