The attacks of the Imperial Army became more and more fierce, and countless soldiers rushed towards the Martial City without fear of death, and the offensive was like a wave of tide as if it was about to submerge this ancient city.

"After today, Zhou Lao and they will be able to come back! Uncle, do you need to take a break? ”

Zhou Ling looked at the fire on the side, there was still a sound of killing outside, as if he felt that the time to extinguish the busy was approaching, the offensive on the third day was still not fierce, the 20,000 defenders faced the impact of 800,000 people, even if the disparity between the soldiers was great, it was impossible to maintain an optimistic attitude, and even several times, the imperial army almost attacked the Zhou Mansion a little, and the surrounding mountains of blood and corpses were impacting the senses of these people left behind every day.

I'm afraid that the sharp spirit at the beginning has long been gone, not only the people of Wujue City, but even the defenders have begun to close their defense lines, and there are more and more places lost, if the Zhou Mansion, which symbolizes the political center of Wujue City, is not for Cui Yu's summoning beast to help in time, I am afraid that it will also be drowned under the iron cavalry of the imperial army.

The wind gently blew Cui Yu's pale face, even a legendary realm summoner could not support Cui Yu's high-intensity battle for so many days, although he didn't have to face the imperial army, but the pressure he took was not small at all, the master of the Mida Sect was exhausted, and several times Cui Yu was almost caught in the encirclement, this kind of dangerous situation is afraid that except for the profession of summoner, it is impossible for others to hold on for such a long time.

However, even so, Cui Yu was about to come to the time when the oil ran out, and the wound on his chest ached faintly in the cold wind, but Cui Yu clearly realized that he couldn't fall down now, once he didn't block the members of the Mida Sect, then the entire Martial City could only rely on the hidden elders of the Zhou family to guard it, and Cui Yu would not allow it to happen.......

"Let's eat a sweet potato!"

A little girl seemed to notice that the atmosphere of the scene was a little solemn, and took a piece of sweet potato that had long been cold to Cui Yu's side, looking at Cui Yu expectantly, but her dirty body couldn't hide the big sparkling glasses.

The girl's name is Edamame, a girl from an ordinary family in Wujue City, with no background and no support, her father died on the battlefield, and her mother was also missing with the imperial army entering the city, if it weren't for Cui Yu who rained her in the heavy rain last night, I'm afraid she would still be shivering in the corner of the ruins.

Cui Yu smiled at the girl, but he didn't take the sweet potato that had already been cold, his eyes were always fixed on the corner of the street, where he successfully repelled three legendary realm powerhouses, but he was also slashed in the chest by one of them, although the wound was not deep, but the fatigue of the days made the wound even more eyes, and his boring lips sobbed and didn't know what he was saying.

"The old man is coming back soon, uncle, why don't you go and rest first!"

Zhou Ling looked at Cui Yu with some concern, just now, he still remembered the picture of Cui Yu Li's three legendary realm powerhouses, obviously a level powerhouse, but when facing Cui Yu, it seemed that he was naturally lower than a realm, and he could only rely on the numerical advantage to deal with Cui Yu.......

Cui Yu nodded, but didn't get up, he closed his eyes, the tiredness in his mind made his original silver hair lose its luster, and the blood stains on it made Cui Yu look a little embarrassed.

There are some unknown feelings in Edamame's heart that are quietly multiplying, and the sweet potato in her hand is a little aggrieved in her heart, she suddenly recalled her father's eyes and demeanor when he died in battle, and looked at Cui Yu's appearance again, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief after determining that there was an essential difference between the two.

I don't know how long it took, Cui Yu slowly stood up, his eyes flashed with war intent again, looked at the lonely street corner, and whispered:

"It's coming!"

Zhou Ling and the soldiers behind instinctively raised their heads and looked over after hearing Cui Yu's words, but the lonely street corner seemed to have nothing but a few broken corpses, and when everyone turned their heads to look at Cui Yu suspiciously, Cui Yu suddenly got up and pulled out the Yuanhong Sword standing on the side and slashed towards the air that was originally empty.

"Bang la la"

The heat wave slashed down sharply with the sound of breaking the air, and the air that was originally empty actually shook slightly, and a lewd middle-aged man immediately flashed to the side, and the speed was staggering.

Zhou Ling frowned and looked at the middle-aged man, the anger on his face flashed, and he said loudly to Cui Yu:

"Uncle, this person is Zhou Tong, a traitor to Wujue City more than ten years ago! When he was beaten out of the Martial City by the master, he disappeared, but he didn't expect to join the Mida Sect! ”

Cui Yu carefully looked at the obscene middle-aged man in front of him, and a murderous aura quietly bloomed in his narrow eyes, and the strong murderous aura was enough to make the people who saw it fearful, but the obscene middle-aged man in front of him looked cynical, looking at Cui Yu's appearance and smiling contemptuously, but the movements in his hands took the lead towards Cui Yu.

The seemingly ordinary folding fan flew out of the man's hand and then grew larger a little bit in the sky, and the fan that originally had only one hand now became as tall as a person, and it was fiercely towards Cui Yu's fan, and a gust of wind struck Cui Yu fiercely with a knife-like feeling.

Cui Yu grabbed the Yuanhong in his hand fiercely, and the fiery sword intent naturally spread on Cui Yu's body, with the sword intent earrings worn by Cui Yu, Cui Yu quickly stabilized his figure, and the fiery yang fire accompanied by the fierce sword intent attacked the man in the sky, and suddenly poked Zhou Tong's fan into a big hole.

Zhou Tong obviously underestimated Cui Yu, but as one of the top ten masters after falling off the altar after being defeated by Old Man Zhou, Zhou Tong has always had a lot of resentment towards Wujue City, and now the general trend of the Mida Sect is naturally going to do evil, as for the future, Zhou Tong is also sure that he can successfully escape from Old Man Zhou's hands.

Seeing that the fan was broken, Zhou Tong grabbed Cui Yu's throat fiercely, and his exaggerated figure also skyrocketed at this moment, and the exposed muscles skyrocketed to an exaggerated degree, as if he was constantly accumulating strength, Zhou Tong's mouth began to let out a howl that made people feel their scalp tingle.

Cui Yu waved the Yuanhong in his hand, pulled out a beautiful sword flower in mid-air, and continued to tremble with Zhou Tong, although Zhou Tong's attack on the other side was clumsy and Cui Yu had already used Yuanhong to leave scars on his body, but Zhou Tong seemed to be unconscious and kept attacking Cui Yu, and soon forced Cui Yu to retreat, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Cui Yu didn't feel anything when he was just fighting, but when he stood up, he found that there was a dizziness in his brain, and a wave of tiredness kept hitting his heart, and the strength of holding the sword became more and more weak, until Zhou Tong waved a huge slap and knocked the Yuanhong in Cui Yu's hand, Cui Yu raised his eyelids again with difficulty, and summoned Isis with the last remaining consciousness, and after doing everything, Cui Yu frowned and fainted, and fell asleep on the ground.