The pile of corpse walls was completely built by Li Xiuzhu, and when Li Xiuzhu retreated, the corpse wall naturally collapsed.

The thick spear stabbed again with a sharp move.

A cold light appeared in Li Xiuzhu's eyes, and the spear in his hand was directly volleyed down, and the sound of whimpering wind came from his spear.

Click-

The barrel of the gun in Li Xiuzhu's hand broke off in response.

After repeated hard battles, the spear finally could no longer withstand the strong force, and it was broken into two.

The thick spears attacked again.

The body took another half step back.

Qiang –

The sword is unsheathed.

The sound of impact was endless.

The sword is slashed out.

The head of the spear on the thick spear was suddenly cut off, Li Xiuzhu took a step forward, the long sword grazed the barrel of the spear, and in an instant, the head flew up, and blood splattered out.

The fires on both sides of the street grew stronger and stronger, and the huge tongues of fire rolled and began to merge on the streets with great power, and the scorching temperature made the smell of blood in the air turn into a disgusting and unpleasant smell.

Li Xiuzhu held the sword in one hand and blocked it in front of him.

Behind him, eight brothers from the Qingzhu Battalion stood with swords.

"Kill—"

A loud sound came out, and the disciples of the temple stepped on the corpse of their former partner and stabbed Li Xiuzhu.

His eyes froze.

The sword in Li Qifeng's hand suddenly burst out with a sharp sword aura, as if it was a big river, tumbling out and slashing forward.

A wail rang out.

Li Xiuzhu's swordsmanship is actually more domineering and powerful than his spear.

Still, the Templars were desperate to kill, even when the smoke from the streets choked their tears.

Li Xiuzhu stood in the street with his body, stifling the will of the Templars.

Corpses, blood, fire, smoke, wailing.

On the street, it seems to be a scene of hell.

Li Xiuzhu's sword is indeed domineering and strong, but in the face of the Templars who are attacking like a tide, his domineering and his arrogance are also gradually worn out.

- Even if a person at the level of a great grandmaster is trapped and killed, he is still in a catastrophe, not to mention Li Xiuzhu, he is just a general, a martial artist with a congenital realm.

Exit the One Mile Road.

It's a pile of corpses on a mile road.

The smell in the air made people feel disgusting, disgusting, and suffocating, the eight brothers of the Qingzhu Battalion were already dead, and they were all desperate to block the enemy's killing moves for Li Xiuzhu at a critical moment.

The chest cavity rose and fell violently, Li Xiuzhu gasped heavily, sweat mixed with blood had soaked through his clothes, the armor on his body had become tattered, several hideous wounds continued to flow blood, the long sword in his hand became extremely heavy at the moment, and the sword qi was no longer sharp.

Li Xiuzhu has reached the end of his crossbow.

But—

He's still struggling to hold on.

Every time the heavy sword kills a person, it adds a few more wounds to the body.

Blood mixed with sweat continued to flow, blurring his vision.

The pain in his body made him want to close his eyes and lie on the ground.

But he didn't.

Leaning on an obsession in his heart, dragging his scarred body, he is still fighting.

The heavy sword was raised again, stabbing out.

The movements were not as swift as they were at the beginning, and the sword blade was no longer chilly, but with an indomitable determination to move forward.

And all of a sudden—

Li Xiuzhu saw that his sword was pierced into the air.

To be precise, the cultists in front of him disappeared. Turned into a cloud of bloody mud.

A fist appeared in his sight.

Blood drips from the fist.

Fists are thrown out.

A wail rang out from above.

Li Xiuzhu's expression suddenly revealed a hint of smile, feeling an unprecedented relief, and as soon as his eyes went dark, Li Xiuzhu fainted.

Lao Kui frowned slightly.

His eyes swept over the corpse in that place, and there was a rare hint of surprise in his eyes, and he grabbed Li Xiuzhu and tied it to his back, bursting out with a fierce power that continued to crush the disciples of the temple.

……

……

The soldiers of Ruzhou and Danzhou entered the city of Puzhou.

This majestic city, which had been occupied by the temple and barbarians for months, was filled with the smell of sorrow.

80,000 soldiers rushed to the place where the fire was burning as fast as possible.

The Templars, who wanted to make a final struggle, were completely cut off from any hope of survival under the cold blade.

The door to the dungeon opened.

The dark days have finally come to an end.

The detainees rushed out as if they were crazy, their bodies with a pungent smell and extremely thin bodies, looking like a group of refugees fleeing for their lives.

"Old lady......

"Son......

"Xianggong ......"

"Wang Ergou...... You're alive. ”

"Who saw my son?"

Different words rang out.

The people who escaped from that hell were looking for their relatives and friends, or hugging each other and crying, or crying and laughing loudly, or beating their chests and feet, and heartbroken.

The war brought countless traces of suffering to the city.

……

……

Puzhou City, north.

Wu Qianqian held the scepter in her hand, standing in the center of the barbarian, her expression was full of majesty, her white clothes moved with the wind, out of the dust, and the ice-like temperament was emanating, as if the fairy above the nine heavens was about to come to the mortal world.

The barbarians sat at Wu Qianqian's feet.

There was a look of piety in his face.

The power of faith is immense.

When the barbarians were impressed by Wu Qianqian's teachings, they chose a path of incomparable loyalty.

Love, protection, equality, peace.

Wu Qianqian used the simplest, simplest, and most popular language to preach for the barbarians.

The high priest is no longer a god on high.

All barbarians have the right to pursue their own happiness, they are no longer slaves, they are no longer outcasts of God.

——

Long Que's gaze withdrew from Wu Qianqian's body.

After a little thought, Long Que said loudly: "Enter the city." ”

A carriage pulled by eight horses slowly started, and the attack of the left and right armies of 280,000 people slowly entered the city.

Long Que walked slowly towards Wu Qianqian.

"I'll build a city for the barbarians to live in, and you can choose the location. ”

Long Que said in a calm voice.

War can only deepen the hatred between the two sides without limit, and the best solution is to alleviate it, so that the barbarians have a real sense of belonging, and let them completely submit to the Taiqian Empire.

Wu Qianqian bowed slightly.

Put your right hand on your chest, bend over, and salute.

"The barbarians will be the most loyal people of Taiqian. ”

Wu Qianqian said softly.

The barbarians sitting cross-legged on the ground moved one after another, fell to their knees, and let the dragon pass by them.

Long Que's expression couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile.

There is relaxation, smugness, and some relief.

(End of chapter)

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