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

In the evening, the soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom finally attacked the Broken Blade City, but the battle was not over, and the soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom who attacked the Broken Blade City started a hard 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 heavy price, as the besieging side, their losses were nearly four times that of the Great Zhou, and the 150,000 army suffered nearly half of the casualties.

The soil outside Broken Blade City had long since turned reddish-brown, blood could not coagulate, the haze above could not be dispersed, and the occasional broken branch hung with long-unrecognizable limb parts.

The sounds of fighting, shouting, and vanishing that filled the place not long ago, made the silence seem extremely hideous.

Everything is gone, all the battles have ended, and in the twilight, the infantry and cavalry of the Xianglong Kingdom wearing red armor have entered the Broken Blade City, and the Deng character on the banner is still faintly visible.

In the entire battlefield, there is only one person who is still fighting bravely to kill the enemy, and he is the Sect Master of the Wild Lion Sect.

Uncle Yan was killed in battle, the Great Zhou army was annihilated, and the hundreds of disciples of the Crazy Lion Sect he brought were also killed, and now, he is alone in the face of the tens of millions of troops of the Xianglong Kingdom.

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

The blood-red sunset was gradually fading, and the battle song maniac and Deng Qingwen who stood proudly in the air confronted each other like this, and below them were the accumulation of corpses and the weight of the discarded chariot, and the two were like two fierce tigers staring at each other, and no one made a move.

Finally, Deng Qingwen broke the solemn atmosphere first, and said in a deep voice: "Battle Song Maniac, you are a great hero, I Deng Qingwen admires you, so I don't want to kill you, you surrender!"

When Zhan Ge Maniac heard this, he laughed and said: "Deng Qingwen, who am I Zhan Ge Maniac, don't you know? Let me be that kind of villain who steals his life? It's just wishful thinking, Zhan can only be a person of Da Zhou in this life, and he is also a ghost of Da Zhou when he dies!"

Deng Qingwen said bitterly: "Da Zhou? Look at the current Da Zhou, does he care about your life or death? Does the Xiao royal family care about your life or death? Such an emperor is worthy of your allegiance? As one of the great sects of Great Zhou, the sect master of the Mad Lion Sect, you are working hard for the emperor of Great Zhou, what about your dignity? Are you willing to die like this?"

Zhan Ge Maniac shook his head lightly and said, "Deng Qingwen, you are wrong, Zhan Mou is not working for the Xiao family, I am here today so that the people of Da Zhou will not be enslaved by others."

"The Xiao clan is no longer indifferent, but this is all an internal matter of my Great Zhou, and I don't need you to interfere, the land of the people of Great Zhou is not allowed to be trampled on by others. ”

Deng Qingwen was a little helpless about the words of the war song maniac: "War song maniac, as the sect master of the Mad Lion Sect, a martial arts master, and a person on an equal footing with the royal family, why don't you stay in the sect to be the master of your sect, the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty naturally have the Xiao royal family to guard, what do you have to do?"

The war song maniac smiled heroically: "The people of the Great Zhou are the benefactors of my war song maniac, without them, Zhan would have died decades ago, therefore, I will not watch them fall into your hands, the life of the war song maniac is given by the people of the Great Zhou!

Deng Qingwen knew that he couldn't persuade the war song maniac, he cherished that the war song maniac was a hero, but his position was different, and he could only kill him.

"All the martial marquis and martial arts powerhouses obey the order, go all out, and kill the war song madness!"

Deng Qingwen gave an order, and three or four martial arts marquis plus twenty or thirty martial artists all rose into the air and surrounded the war song madness.

Surrounded by so many masters, Zhan Ge was fearless, the armor on his body had been stained red with blood, and a day's battle made his burly body look a little tired.

But at this moment, the war song madness under the sunset was like a god of war, fighting dozens of masters, making countless ordinary soldiers with cold faces and numb expressions, and a trace of confusion appeared on their faces.

Is this man really the god of war? What is he holding onto?

"Brother Yan, wait for me, I'm here to accompany you!"

Boom! Boom!

The loud sound of battle resounded throughout the sky, and the war song maniac was like a lonely lion, fighting the wolves.

There were gradually many wounds left on his body, a large hole was unexpectedly stabbed in his back, his left arm was cut off by a martial artist, and even his chest was slashed, and blood continued to flow out.

But he seemed to know no pain, tirelessly continued to fight, his true qi had been depleted, and he just relied on his own will, slashing at the enemy frantically.

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

The eyes are terrifying!

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

"Stop! He's dead!"

He's dead?

The martial artist's body stopped, and then he looked at the war song madness in a daze, and found that he had indeed lost his breath.

What is it that has sustained this man that he has fought until now? He is even unwilling to close his eyes when he dies.

"Marshal, it is said that the Battle Song Maniac is a martial marquis powerhouse who grew up from a commoner, is that true?" a martial marquis walked up to Deng Qingwen and asked suspiciously.

Deng Qingwen nodded heavily and said: "Yes, Deng Qingwen has been an orphan since he was a child, eating hundreds of meals, wearing hundreds of clothes, and growing step by step to his current height, maybe this is the reason why he fought to the death! ”

That Wuhou was a little embarrassed, in this world where martial arts are respected and the weak are like ants, there are still people who value the lives of civilians so much, which makes him sigh very much.

"The order goes down, the army enters the city, no innocent people are allowed to be killed, the treasury of the Broken Blade City is sealed, and the rewards of the soldiers are distributed by the army according to military merits," Deng Qingwen commanded.

He knew that this might hurt the morale of the army, but this was the only thing he could do for the Warsong Maniac, the protection of the Warsong Maniac for the rest of his life, and he didn't want to be ruined like that.

Although Deng Qingwen is an opponent of the war song maniac, he respects the war song maniac even more, this is a hero, and his faith cannot be insulted.

"What about the corpses of the Battle Song Maniac and Uncle Yan?" the martial powerhouse then asked.

Deng Qingwen took a deep breath, and then sneered: "Put away the corpses of Uncle Yan and the war song maniac, and when the battle situation here reaches the capital of the Great Zhou Kingdom, we should also negotiate with them, and when the time comes, take their corpses to Los Angeles and let Xiao Tianci take a good look, presumably his expression will be very exciting!"

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