To the north of the Southern Xia Kingdom, thousands of miles away is the Kingdom of Zhao.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, half-obscured by the thick clouds, which looks very mysterious.

Under the dark night sky, a huge city, shrouded in a hazy haze.

A horrific massacre is being staged in this city, turning the originally prosperous city into a hell on earth.

The streets were littered with corpses, blood pooled into rivers, grand buildings were more than half collapsed, wide roads were littered with scorched pits, broken swords and halberds, and burning fires.

In the middle of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, there were three men and one woman standing in black, looking very calm.

Their clothes were not stained with a trace of blood, which was incompatible with the blood at the scene.

The height of the four people is uneven, and their images are not uniform. But they all wore cloaks on their heads and black clothes. The forehead is also branded with the meteor dart totem, but the number under each totem is different.

The numbers of the four people are "10", "9", "8", and "6".

Although the numbers of the four are different, their aura is incomparably powerful. Any one of them, the aura is above the Warring States Marshal of Northern Yan.

No. 10, who has the weakest aura among the four, all have at least the cultivation of the peak of a seventh-level martial king.

And No. 6, who has the strongest breath among the four, has a cultivation of the ninth-level Martial King realm!

The remaining No. 8 and No. 9 also have the cultivation of the eighth-level Martial King realm.

"I'm fighting with you!" A bloodstained general rushed towards the 9th with his sword in his hand.

No. 9 carries arrows with a longbow and is not good at close combat. However, when the general slashed at him with his sword, he turned and ignored him.

The general stood on his back with a sword, but he didn't even touch his body, and was directly bounced away by the body protection vitality and the sword, breaking a pillar more than ten meters away, and seriously injuring himself.

"Do you need the four of us to destroy this kind of kingdom?" No. 9 looked indifferently at the corpses all over the ground, and said with contempt and disdain on his face.

"The branch president's intention is that we should destroy this kingdom overnight in order to deter other kingdoms." No. 6, the highest cultivator among the four, said in a cold voice.

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He wears a black mask on his face, and he can't see any expression when he speaks, giving people a feeling of extreme coldness.

Hearing what No. 6 said, No. 8, the only woman among the four, complained, "Even if we want to destroy this kingdom overnight, we don't need all four of us to go out at the same time, right?" Will the branch president make too much of a fuss? ”

This woman is in her early twenties, holding a double-headed dart in each hand, wearing revealing red soft armor, and her body is sexy and hot, charming and charming.

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance.

The four of them turned their heads at the same time, only to see a team of bronze iron horsemen, charging towards the location of the four of them at great speed.

The leader of this group of iron cavalry is a general wearing purple gold armor and holding a purple gold war spear.

Seeing this general appear, those soldiers who were seriously injured and fell to the ground were full of excitement, as if they saw the light of hope.

"It's Marshal Zhao Zilong! The marshal is finally here! ”

"Great! As long as the marshal appears, these guys will not dare to be presumptuous! ”

"Marshal, please take off the heads of these four people and avenge the death of our martyrs!"

Zhao Zilong's gaze swept over the corpses all over the ground, and his eyes instantly stared at him angrily.

He jumped up directly from the horse, flew over countless corpses, and came to the four people across dozens of meters, and swept the war gun in his hand horizontally, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the No. 6 headed by him: "Those who offend my Zhao Guo Tianwei will be punished even if they are far away!" ”

No. 6, who was wearing a mask, did not speak, and there was no look in his cold eyes, as if he didn't take Zhao Zilong into his eyes at all.

On the contrary, it was the 10th with the lowest cultivation among the four, and looked at Zhao Zilong with a disappointed expression: "Fifth-level Martial King, is this the strongest martial artist in the Zhao Kingdom?" What a disappointment for me. ”

"With such an opponent, I won't bother you to make a move, let me deal with it."

Hearing No. 10's words, the other three didn't react, and they didn't seem to have any interest in this strongest person in the Zhao Kingdom.

No. 6 urged impatiently: "Hurry up, I hate to wait." ”

"Don't worry, it won't keep you waiting too long, it will be over soon." As he spoke, Number 10 pulled out an hourglass from his bosom and placed it upside down on the stairs beside him.

The moment the hourglass is reversed, the sand on it continues to leak down the gap, and I believe that it will not take two minutes for all of it to leak.

"Let's get started." No. 10 took out a pair of hooks from his arms, held one in each hand, and looked at Zhao Zilong with a playful face.

Zhao Zilong's spear swept away, and then rushed towards No. 10 with his backhand.

On the 10th, the latter came first, rushing towards Zhao Zilong at a faster speed, and his figure turned into a phantom as fast as possible.

The people who were more than ten meters apart one moment collided together like teleportation in the next second, and then a terrifying explosion was generated, blowing up all the corpses and buildings around them......

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A minute later.

The hourglass had only leaked more than halfway, and Zhao Zilong's flesh-and-blood body had already fallen into the scorched pit, and there was no sign of life.

Number 10 was still unharmed, not even gasping for breath. It's just that there is a little blood stained on his body, which makes him feel a little dissatisfied.

And those soldiers who originally thought they saw hope were completely in unprecedented despair at this time.

That Zhao Kingdom's number one powerhouse.

That unfathomable strength of Zhao Zilong.

The invincible marshal.

In front of the enemy in front of him, he was like a chicken and a dog, so weak that he was completely vulnerable.

In just one minute, he was defeated by the enemy in front of him. And it was defeated so completely, so without suspense.

It's hard to imagine how terrifyingly strong these four people in front of them are!

"Brothers, avenge the marshal! Fight with them! An adjutant drew his spear and roared in the resting ground.

Under his leadership, the entire iron cavalry army was infected, and all the knights rushed towards the four with their spears in their arms, and kept screaming and shouting to avenge the marshal.

In the face of the charge of thousands of iron cavalry troops, the four of them stood motionless, completely ignoring them.

When the cavalry rushing to the front was less than 100 meters away from the four people, No. 8 urged the vitality in his body and condensed a box-shaped martial soul behind him.

The surface of the box was shining with blue light, and it was obviously also a ground-level martial spirit.

The lid of the box was open from the middle to both sides, and countless hidden weapons continued to shoot out of the box, densely sprinkled towards the army, like a rain of hidden weapons.

After the baptism of this rain of hidden weapons, thousands of iron horsemen, men and horses, all fell in a pool of blood, and none of them were spared.

And the four people still stood calmly in place, never moving their steps from beginning to end.