drop..

Tick!

The sound of purple blood dripping from the hourglass is more disgusting and uncomfortable than fingers scratching the blackboard and forks.

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

Because it is the judgment of the end!

The death bell roared in the pilgrimage, and countless eyes stared at the hourglass in the pope's hand.

Faster, faster.

The devil is at the end of his journey!

“Tick…”

Tuoba Tianxia gently closed the purple boy, and his red lips exhaled a gentle and rhythmic ticking sound. He asked with a smile when he opened his eyes:

"What other tricks?"

After saying that, he clenched his fingers tightly, and fisted constantly at the eighth meter outside, without any fist moves, just the simplest movement, and he wrote lightly.

While punching, take a slight step and pull two feet closer.

Another five feet.

The soul shadow was hit by the fist, and the black fog dispersed and gathered, gathered and dispersed, and it went on and on.

He obviously couldn't kill him, but he insisted on punching him one after another.

The old woman with crutches frowned deeply, and the ten land gods suddenly felt unhappy. How could the dignified queen of the empire look like a villain?

The people who were watching from afar gradually felt uncomfortable. The winner's attitude should be calm and calm rather than hysterical. What's more, as the Queen of the Empire, it is too vulgar and barbaric.

Tuobatianxia realized that she had lost her composure, so she stopped slowly and stared at the ghostly Han slave indifferently.

I've been ruined by this person all my life, how can I not hate it?

"It's right to be despair." She smiled slightly, her eyes turning from the street vines to the hourglass.

Most of the purple blood has dripped.

What can happen when the sword of national fortune comes?

Without flesh and blood, what kind of sword can you use?

The Holy City has returned to its quietness as usual, leaving only the death knives and the annoying ticking of the hourglass.

Suddenly.

"Fight side by side with Hero Gu!"

With a loud shout, the swords and halberds roared at the end of the main street, several monks pulled off their human skin and fought fiercely with the barbarians along the street.

It was like thunder thunder roaring on the ground.

"I am here!"

"I'm here too!"

"Hahahahahaha, follow Gu Yingxiong, walk sideways on the road of Huangquan, and the King of Hell must kowtow!"

After roaring filial piety one after another, the orderly holy city fell into panic in an instant. Hundreds of figures emerged from somewhere, holding weapons and slashing the barbarians.

Let’s go together and never let Gu Yingxiong be alone. If you can kill a barbarian dog, you will make a profit!

The Chinese nation will never surrender, and no matter where it is, it will fight the barbarians to the end!

They wanted to tell Zhongyuan in this resolute way that even if Gu Yingxiong is gone, even if the spiritual lamp is gone, ordinary people like them are willing to sacrifice heroically!

"To fulfill these clowns, kill them without mercy!

"Tuoba Tianxia ordered sternly.

In the distant city tower, looking at the Central Plains man who was going to die, Mei Shougeng showed a hint of pain on his face.

Why make meaningless sacrifices?

Just like Gu Chang'an, how could he shake the past and present? What if he is invincible in his lifetime and turns into a ghost hero after his death?

Tonight, the Holy City imposed him perfectly on almost no effort.

Destiny is unshakable!

Only by following the path of peaceful surrender can we avoid the destruction of the country and the more we resist, the more miserable it is...

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

"Duke, I decided to die."

Mei Shougeng turned around in shock and said in panic:

"Don't be impulsive, don't be overwhelmed by emotions."

The hunchbacked middle-aged man stared at the fallen heroes in the distance, and he whispered:

"In this life, it is worth it to have an irrational impulse and be impulsive for the people of the nation."

"You often ask me why I only want to be your book boy and not accept the title of official in the barbarians. In fact, you know very well that I can't kneel down."

After a moment of silence, he slowly knelt on the ground, bowing three times and nine times:

"Once you have a day, you will be happy with your teacher's kindness for the rest of your life."

"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 a saint!"

The hunchbacked middle-aged man's eyes were dazed. He knew very well that tonight would bring a heavy blow to the Central Plains because Gu Yingxiong fell.

But the Chinese nation cannot fall down. The Yanhuang bloodlines in the holy city must raise their heads and go out and fight bravely.

Without Gu Chang'an, you and I are both Gu Chang'an, and everyone in the Central Plains is Gu Chang'an!

"Go to the saint, it's better to kill a few more barbarian dogs. I have endured it for twenty-nine years!

”

The hunched middle-aged man jumped over the city tower. He stood downstairs, looking up at the old man's shrill face, and smiled freely:

"Sir, you and I have different ideas. I will never agree with your theory of surrendering and saving the people. I will kneel down and be a dog. If the dog chain is gone, I will never be considered a human again."

"But I urge you to remember your passionate man who was beheaded the third-rank governor in the street in order to prevent the people from being bullied."

"Take care of yourself!"

He turned around and stepped like a meteor, and rushed to the pilgrimage palace and hung up in the air. His legs swept across, and his energy alone blew up hundreds of barbarians.

"I do not distinguish between old and young, high and low, no matter whether it is in succession, no matter whether it is noble or low, I must work together to exert the water of the Yellow River, break through the waves of the East China Sea, conquer the land of the barbarians, suppress the caves of the Japanese slaves, fight against the bandits who deceived me, and attack the barbarians!"

"Kill the man!

”

Hundreds of Central Plains monks accumulated blood and could not hold the handle of the knife, and Judas called for killing the thief.

The lonely soul floated quietly at the city gate, and the face that should have never cried again was filled with a sad expression. You can imagine the sadness in his heart.

The huge sadness made Gu Changan's face distorted and deformed, and even the fog spread out.

hurry up!

Hurry up!

He roared wildly inside.

...

Nine thousand miles away from the border of Man Zhao, a towering city was already full of corpses, and barbarian soldiers leaned against the city wall and cried bitterly.

They are afraid.

They were even more shocked.

The siege is not a thousand troops, or even a human being.

It's just a bloody and ragged Tang flag.

No, it is a piece of flesh and blood wrapped in Tang Banner.

clang!

A mere seven tael of meat was filled with sword energy, rushing wildly in the barbarian army formation, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, ruthlessly reaping lives.

...

Holy City.

The shouts of killing gradually disappeared, and the death knives of the Pilgrimage Que were smashed by the monks in the Central Plains, and the whole city returned to death.

Countless people showed hatred. Originally, there was only the blood of lonely ghosts tonight. What a perfect avenge?
To be continued...