Fireworks were lit in Chang'an City.

Hundreds of Lunarians laughed rampantly, slaughtering ordinary people and Terran warriors who stood in their way.

The picture is so tragic that it is impossible to describe it in words.

Blood poured out of the houses and gathered into a stream, which was really bloody and pungent.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The moon people have gone mad under the soaking of blood.

And the warriors of Chang'an City are also crazy, but they are crazy because of anger, and they are crazy because their compatriots died in front of them.

It's easy for a madman to do something reckless.

"Bang!"

A nine-rank martial sect who had run out of oil and had no aura in his body suddenly glanced back at Chang'an City.

With a hint of despair on his face, he closed his eyes with a relieved smile and suddenly blew himself up.

Three of the seven moonmen who entangled him died directly, and the remaining four flew out in a miserable howl.

And this one banged.

Like dominoes that have been toppled, there are loud noises one after another, and the sound of self-explosions is one after another, almost never stopping.

Prince Ji Gui, who had always watched the battle, had a little red eyes.

In his opinion, the Moon Clan has taken this Chang'an City, and what he needs to do now is to avoid the loss of the clan.

After all, today's siegers are all the elite of the Moon Clan.

Killing anyone is an unnecessary loss!

But in such a small city, dozens or even hundreds of people besieged and killed a Terran warrior, who blew himself up at the end of his rope, and it was impossible to prevent it.

Unless you kill the other party directly, you won't have the slightest chance of blowing yourself up!

"Attack the vital point. ”

Prince Jigui's cold voice came from the air.

The moon people are also gradually becoming vigilant, you must know that in the past, it was their moon people who blew themselves up when they were caught, but today it is the turn of the human warriors.

"Ahem. ”

When he was ugly, Zhao Wumian's entire right leg was cut off, and there were countless bloody wounds on his body.

He fell from the sky to the head of the city, coughing up blood, as if he had not lived much.

"Accept your fate, Chang'an City is broken, and you pigs can't hold it. ”

The leader of the March Clan looked arrogant, stepped on Zhao Wumian's chest with one foot, and said condescendingly:

"If you surrender, I can give you immortality!"

"I can die standing up, but I will never live on my knees. Zhao Wumian said word by word.

"Stubborn!"

The leader of the March Clan sneered: "Since this is the case, then I will not kill you, so that you can see this city destroyed with your own eyes." ”

"Without Xu Yanyang's one person and one knife, this Chang'an ...... It's not worth mentioning at all!"

“......”

Zhao Wumian was silent.

After a long time, he spoke: "Xu Yanyang's predecessors have guarded it for a hundred years, and we can naturally keep it for a hundred, five hundred, or a thousand years!"

"Hold?"

Along with the three leaders of the first quarter were the two leaders of the second quarter moon.

The two of them laughed at the same time, and their smiles were particularly mocking: "Our 100,000 Moon Clan elites are now less than one-tenth of the casualties, and what about your human race?"

"The four city gates, the three city gates have been broken, and there are more than 30,000 people in the city!"

"On the other hand, you Terran warriors, how many are left now?"

The mockery was like a knife, stabbing Zhao Wumian in the heart.

Without the support of the formation, it would be too difficult to defend this city.

But the city is not broken!

A strange look appeared on Zhao Wumian's face: "Moreover, you really broke the city?"

"What do you mean. ”

Unlike the two leaders of the lower three winds, the leaders of the March clan of the upper strings are inexplicably ominous in their hearts.

I saw Zhao Wumian's eyes flickering.

As if he had made a huge decision, he said two words in a very heavy tone:

"The sword comes. ”

It seems to be a feeling.

Zhang Hatshui, Zhang Suzi, and the other three watchmen who were still fighting for a long time had red eyes at the same time.

They burst into shouts at the same time: "Here comes the sword!"

Five rays of light rose from behind them, even the dead watchman.

And that's just the beginning.

All the martial arts masters outside the city who were bloody, seriously injured or dying had a faint glow.

They suddenly looked up, laughing silently, as they looked up at the coming sword.

Where did the sword come from?

The pupils of the leader of the March Clan shrank.

He took a hundred steps back sharply, but when he looked up at Chang'an City and the air, there was no abnormality.

"You're lying to me?"

The leader of the String Moon Clan had an ugly face.

Zhao Wumian didn't answer, but struggled to sit on the city wall, gasping for breath.

He saw a flask on the ground, picked it up and shook it.

"Bang la la"

Half a pot of wine swayed.

Zhao Wumian bit the cork and poured himself a big mouthful.

He turned his head to look at the war-torn city again, and suddenly closed his eyes a little tiredly.

Fingers tapped on the jug and hummed one of his favorite words:

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace......"

"Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly, there should be no hate......"

"There should be no hate?"

"You shouldn't have hatred, Zhao Wumian!"

Zhao Wumian poured himself a big sip of wine again, he looked at the leader of the March Clan of Shangxian, and said sadly:

"My grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather, our family was born in Chang'an and died in Chang'an, and they don't want me to hate. ”

"In this Chang'an, countless heroic bones have been buried, and how many people have waited all their lives because of a promise. ”

"Do you know what it's like to see your sweetheart get married and have children?"

"Do you know how it feels to see countless robes buried in a foreign land, and their children ask when my parents will return?"

"You ......"

"How can I not hate!"

Zhao Wumian staggered to his feet, he threw away the wine jug, and the light on his body became brighter and brighter.

He stared indifferently at the leader of the March Clan: "I hate to drive you away in my lifetime, I hate to hold this city, and I want to use that sword!"

"What sword ......"

The leader of the String Moon was more and more ominous, but there was nothing in front of him.

But his instinct told him to retreat now, or his life would be in danger.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

He burst into three shouts in quick succession.

The scouts in the Moon Clan were stunned for a moment, and although they didn't know why, they still blew their horns

"Woo-woo-"

At the sound of the horn, all the moon people outside the city left the city gate for a hundred steps.

Even the moon people who had already entered the city turned around and left the city with a hesitant look.

"What's going on!"

Prince Ji Gui roared angrily: "Who made them retreat?

"Prince, there are strange ......"

The leader of the March Clan retreated to Ji Gui's side, and said with a solemn expression: "My intuition tells me that staying any longer will be in danger of my life. ”

"My intuition tells you, you tell me first, is your brain eaten by an existence in the forbidden land of the Moon Sea!"

Ji Guiqi's eyes turned black and he almost died on the spot.

How many years have the Moon Clan waited?

Under his wise leadership and command, the city of Chang'an was broken, and at this time, there were idiots who asked the clansmen to retreat.

What an idiot!

“......”

The three leaders of Shangxian had a stiff face, and he didn't dare to say a word, and he also wondered if he had overreacted.

"Keep killing me!"

Prince Ji Gui said coldly: "I don't want to see any living life. ”

"But if there really is a sword...... "The three leaders of Shangfeng said stiffly.

"Where's the sword!?"

The prince asked.

The three leaders of the upper winding were dumbfounded.

He didn't know that the sword was in the Shushan Heavenly List of Huaguo, gathering a wisp of origin aura from almost all the martial arts sects in Huaguo.

This sword has been gaining momentum for three hundred years.

Remote fingers.

Outside the city!

(End of chapter)