Myriad Realms Summoning System

The battle of Broken Blade City lasted a whole day, from morning to dusk, countless soldiers on both sides died tragically almost every second.

In the evening, the soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom finally invaded Broken Blade City, but the battle was not over because of this. The soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom who attacked Broken Blade City began a arduous street battle with the defenders of the Great Zhou.

The street fighting lasted for two hours, and the defenders of the Great Zhou Kingdom were finally annihilated.

But the ending of the Xianglong Kingdom was not good. They also paid a painful price. As the siege party, their losses were nearly four times that of Da Zhou, and nearly half of the 150,000 army casualties.

The soil outside Broken Blade City had already turned reddish brown, the blood couldn't solidify, the haze over the sky couldn't disperse, and the broken branches that I saw occasionally hung parts of limbs that had long been unrecognizable.

The sound of fighting, shouting, and disappearing that had been filled here not long ago made the silence at this time seem extremely hideous.

Everything has disappeared, all wars have ended. In the twilight, the infantry cavalry of Xianglong Nation in red armor has entered Broken Blade City, and the word Deng on the banner is still faintly visible.

In the entire battlefield, there is only one person who is still bravely killing the enemy, and he is the lion sect master war song mad.

Uncle Yan died in battle, and the entire army of the Great Zhou Army was annihilated. The hundreds of disciples of the Mad Lion Sect he brought were also killed. Now, he faces the tens of thousands of troops in the Xianglong Kingdom alone.

But he didn't show the slightest fear because of it.

The blood-red sunset is gradually fading, and the arrogantly standing in the air and Deng Qingwen are facing each other fiercely. Below them are the corpses and the discarded chariots. The two are like two tigers staring at each other. .

Finally, Deng Qingwen broke the dignified atmosphere first, and said in a deep voice: "War song mad, you are a great hero, I Deng Qingwen admire you, so I don't want to kill you, you surrender!"

Hearing this, Zhange Kuang laughed and said: "Deng Qingwen, who is my Zhange Kuang, don’t you know? Let me be that kind of villain? It’s just a wishful thinking. Zhan can only be a person from Da Zhou in this life. Dead is also Da Zhou's ghost!"

Deng Qingwen said bitterly: "Da Zhou? Look at the current Da Zhou. Does he care about your life and life? Does the Xiao family care about your life and death? Such an emperor deserves your allegiance? You are a big Thursday. One of the big sects, the sect master of the Mad Lion Sect, has sacrificed his life for the emperor of the Great Zhou. What about your dignity? Are you willing to die like this?"

Zhange Kuang shook his head slightly and said, "Deng Qingwen, you are wrong. Zhanmou didn't sell his life for the Xiao family. I am here today because the people of Da Zhou are not enslaved by others.

"The Xiao family is no longer morally indifferent, but this is my internal affairs of Da Zhou, and you don't need your intervention. The land of Da Zhou people cannot be trampled on by others."

Deng Qingwen was a little helpless about the words of the war song mad: "War song mad, you are the lord of the mad lion sect, an expert in martial arts, and a person who sits on an equal footing with the royal family, why not stay in the sect and be the master of your sect, the people of Great Zhou, Naturally, the Xiao family will guard it. What is it to you?"

The war song mad laughed boldly: "The people of Da Zhou are my benefactors to my war song madness. Without them, Zhan Mou died decades ago. Therefore, I will not watch them fall into your hands. This life of madness was bestowed by the people of Dazhou! Take it as your own death for the people, do it! Deng Qingwen!"

Deng Qingwen knew that he could not persuade the war song madness, he cherished the war song madness as a hero, but the stand was different, he could only kill him.

"All Wuhou and martial masters are obedient, and go all out to kill the war song mad!"

With an order from Deng Qingwen, three or four Wuhou plus twenty or thirty martial arts masters all rose into the air, surrounding the Zhan Song Kuang Tuan Tuan.

Faced with so many masters, Zhan Song Kuang had no fear on his face. The armor on his body had been dyed red with blood, and the day's battle made his burly body look a little tired.

But at this moment, the war song mad under the sunset is like a **** of war, fighting against the figures of dozens of masters, leaving countless ordinary soldiers with cold expressions and numb expressions on their faces.

Is this man really the **** of war? What is he insisting on?

"Brother Yan, wait for me, I will be here with you!" Zhange screamed up to the sky.

boom! boom! boom!

The roar of battle resounded throughout the sky, and the battle hymn was like a lonely lion, fighting vigorously with the pack of wolves.

Many wounds were gradually left on his body, a large hole was unexpectedly stabbed in his back, his left arm was cut off by a Wuhou, and even his chest was chopped off, blood constantly flowing out.

But he seemed to be ignorant of the pain, and continued to fight tirelessly. His true energy had been exhausted, and he merely relied on his own will to slash the enemy frantically.

Finally, the last trace of his remaining consciousness was also annihilated, and his whole body slowly fell to the ground, but he did not fall, but stood on the ground with a knife, glaring at the soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom.

The look in your eyes is chilling!

A martial artist was just about to pounce on to solve the war song madness, but Deng Qingwen stopped him.

"Stop it! He is dead!"

died?

The martial artist stopped, then looked at Zhan Ge Kuang in a daze, and found that he had indeed lost his breath.

What on earth did this person rely on to support him in the fight until now? He didn't want to close his eyes when he died.

"Marshal, it is said that Zhan Song Kuang is a strong Wuhou who grew up from civilians, is that true?" A Wuhou asked questioningly when he approached Deng Qingwen.

Deng Qingwen nodded heavily and said: "Yes, Deng Qingwen has been an orphan since he was a child. He ate a hundred families and wore a hundred families. He has grown to the present height step by step. Perhaps this is why he fought to death! In the eyes of countless people. A commoner like an ant is the most precious person to him."

That Wuhou was a little bit sighed. In this world where Wu is respected and the weak are like ants, there are still people who value the lives of civilians so much, which makes him very sigh.

"The order continues, the army enters the city, and it is not allowed to kill innocent people without authorization, seal up the warehouses in Broken Blade City, the soldiers' rewards will be uniformly distributed by the army according to their military merits," Deng Qingwen ordered.

He knew that this might hurt the morale of the army, but this was the only thing he could do for the war song mad, the guardian of the war song mad all his life, he didn't want to be ruined just like that.

Although Deng Qingwen is rivals with Zhan Song Kuang, he respects Zhan Song Kuang's character even more. This is a hero, and his faith cannot be insulted.

"Where are the corpses of Zhan Ge Kuang and Mrs. Yan?" The Wuhou strongman then asked.

Deng Qingwen took a deep breath, and then sneered: "Take the corpses of Uncle Yan and the War Song Madness away. When the battle here reaches the capital of the Great Zhou Kingdom, we should also negotiate with them. We will bring them together. Let Xiao Tianci take a good look at the corpse in Los Angeles. He must have a wonderful expression!"

"Yes, I will send someone to do it right away!"