drop..

Tick ​​tock!

The sound of purple blood dripping from the hourglass is more disgusting and uncomfortable than fingers scratching a blackboard or a fork scratching glass.

But at this moment, it is like the sound of nature!

Because it is the final judgment!

The death knell roared at the pilgrimage gate, and countless eyes stared at the hourglass in the Pope's hand.

Faster, faster.

The devil is at the end of his rope!

"Tick tock..."

Tuoba Tianxia gently closed Zitong, making a slow and rhythmic ticking sound from his red lips, and asked with a smile when he opened his eyes:

"What other tricks are there?"

After saying that, he clenched his fingers tightly and punched continuously eight feet away. There were no boxing moves, just the simplest movements, written lightly.

While punching, with a single step, you can close the distance by two feet.

Another five feet.

The fists hit the soul shadow, and the black mist dispersed and gathered again, gathered and dispersed again, and so on.

He obviously can't be beaten to death, but he insists on punching him again and again.

The old woman with a cane frowned deeply, and the ten land gods also felt displeased. How could the majestic queen of the empire look like a villain who has succeeded.

The people watching from a distance gradually felt uncomfortable. The victor's posture should be calm and indifferent, not hysterical, not to mention that as the queen of the empire, this is too vulgar and barbaric.

Tuoba Tianxia realized that she had lost her composure. She slowly stopped her movements and stared indifferently at the lingering Han slave.

Your whole life is about to be ruined by this person, how can you not hate him!

"It's okay to be desperate." She smiled slightly and looked from the vines on the street to the hourglass.

Most of the purple blood has dripped off.

What will happen if the Sword of National Destiny comes?

Without flesh and blood, how can you wield a sword?

The Holy City returned to its usual quiet state, with only the clanging of the death knell and the uncomfortable ticking of the hourglass remaining.

suddenly.

"Fight alongside the heroes!"

There was a loud shout and the roar of swords and halberds at the end of the main street. Several monks tore off the skin of their faces and fought bloody battles with the barbarians along the street.

It's like thunder rising from the ground.

"I am here!"

"Me too!"

"Hahahahahaha, follow Gu Yingxiong and walk sideways on the Huangquan Road. The Lord of Hell must also kowtow!"

With the continuous roar of filial piety, the orderly Holy City suddenly fell into panic. Hundreds of figures appeared out of nowhere, holding weapons and killing the barbarians wantonly.

Let's go together and never leave Gu Yingxiong alone. If you can kill a barbaric dog, you'll make a profit!

The Chinese nation will never surrender and will fight the barbarians to the bitter end no matter where they are!

They want to tell Zhongyuan in this decisive way that even if Gu Yingxiong is gone, even if the spiritual lamp is extinguished, there are still ordinary people like them who are willing to sacrifice heroically!

"Succeed these clowns and kill them without mercy!

"Tuoba Tianxia ordered sternly.

From the distant tower, looking at Kang Di's dying Zhongyuan Erlang, Mei Shougeng showed a trace of pain on his face.

Why make meaningless sacrifices?

Just like Gu Changan, he is so impressive in the past and today. He was invincible in life and turned into a ghost after death. What can he do?

Tonight, the Holy City perfectly punished him with almost no effort.

Destiny is unshakable!

Only by taking the path of peaceful surrender can we avoid the destruction of our country and our species. The more you resist, the more miserable you will be...

The hunchbacked middle-aged man behind him looked pale, gritted his teeth and struggled for a long time, and suddenly said:

"Duke, I have decided to die."

Mei Shougeng turned around in shock and said in panic:

"Don't be impulsive, don't let your emotions get to your head."

The hunchbacked middle-aged man stared at the fallen heroes in the distance and said softly:

"A person needs to have an irrational impulse in his life, and it is worth it to act for the sake of the nation and the people."

"You often ask me why I only want to be your servant and not accept an official appointment from the barbarians. In fact, you know very well that I cannot kneel down on my knees."

After a brief pause, he slowly knelt on the ground, bowed three times and kowtowed:

"Once you have enjoyed Xingyu, you will always remember your teacher's kindness."

"Sir, I'm leaving."

"Hutu!" Mei Shougeng was shocked and said in a deep voice:

"You are only one step away from the realm of saint!"

The hunchbacked middle-aged man's eyes were blurry. He knew very well that tonight would be a heavy blow to Zhongyuan because Gu Yingxiong had fallen.

But the Chinese nation cannot fall. Those of the Yanhuang bloodline in the Holy City must raise their heads and go out to fight the barbarians bravely.

Without Gu Changan, you and I are still Gu Changan, and everyone in the Central Plains is Gu Changan!

"Fuck the saint, why not kill a few more savage dogs? I have endured this for twenty-nine years!

"

The hunchbacked middle-aged man jumped over the tower. He stood downstairs, looked up at the old man's sad face, and smiled freely:

"Sir, you and I have different ideas. I will never agree with your theory of surrendering to save the people. Kneel down and be a dog. If the dog's leash is gone, you will no longer be a human being."

"But I implore you to remember your past self, the passionate man who beheaded the third-rank governor in the street to prevent the people from being oppressed."

"Take care of yourself!"

He turned around and stepped like a shooting star, walked quickly to the pilgrimage tower and hung in the air, sweeping his legs with his whip, blasting hundreds of barbarians to pieces with just his energy.

"I do not distinguish between old and young, high or low, and I will work with one heart and soul to pour out the water of the Yellow River, break the waves of the East China Sea, conquer the land of the barbarians, destroy the lairs of the Japanese slaves, punish the bandits who bully us, and defeat the barbarians.

!”

"Kill the barbarian!

"

Hundreds of monks from the Central Plains had blood on the handle of their sword, which was slippery and uncontrollable. Judas called out to kill the thief.

The lonely soul at the gate of the city was floating quietly, and the expression of grief remained on the face that should have never cried again. You can imagine the sadness in his heart.

The huge sadness caused Gu Changan's face to twist and deform, and even the mist split apart.

hurry up!

Hurry up!

He roared crazily in his heart.

…

Nine thousand miles away from the border of Manzhao, a majestic city had already been littered with corpses, and the barbarian soldiers leaned against the city wall and cried bitterly.

They are afraid.

They were even more shocked.

The attackers were not thousands of troops, or even human beings.

It's just a bloody and tattered Tang flag.

No, it's a piece of flesh and blood wrapped in Tang flag.

Clang!

A mere seven ounces of meat were actually filled with sword energy, and they were plundered in the barbarian formation, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, mercilessly harvesting lives one by one.

…

holy city.

The shouts of killing gradually disappeared, the death knell at the pilgrimage gate was smashed by the Central Plains monks at some unknown time, and the whole city returned to a deathly silence.
To be continued...