As soon as he learned of the fall of the front line, the Interior Monarch relayed this information to the Zhenguo Monarch who was far away in Beizhou.

Although Zhen Guojun could not transfer the 120,000 legions back from Beizhou in a short time, he himself was able to take a griffin and rush back in the shortest possible time.

After hearing the information conveyed by the internal governor, Zhen Guojun rushed back against time, but he didn't expect to be a step late in the end.

Zhen Guojun's eyes swept over the messy battlefield and found that a huge gap had appeared in the three-meter-thick city wall.

A large number of Northern Yan soldiers poured into the royal city like a tide, and constantly invaded and infiltrated the streets and alleys of the royal city, fighting with the completely disproportionate number of royal city soldiers.

Inside and outside the royal city, there is a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, which is miserable to see, comparable to hell on earth.

And behind Zhen Guojun, there is also a scorched earth pit with a diameter of more than forty meters. This is obviously the destruction caused by the clash between the powerhouses of the Martial King Realm.

Zhen Guojun could no longer feel the breath of the internal monarch and the outer monarch, and could only see a blood-stained white jade crown and a delicate folding fan in a pile of bright red corpses.

This is exactly what the Outer Owl wears on his head and holds in his hand at all times.

Seeing these two items, Zhen Guojun could already imagine in his mind the dashing figure of the foreign owl monarch wearing a white jade crown and holding a beautiful folding fan.

The foreign lord is very concerned about his image, and he will never take off the white jade crown until he goes to bed. That beautiful folding fan, which is also his rarest collection, has followed him for decades.

And now these two items, but left on the battlefield, can only show that the foreign lord has been martyred.

As soon as Zhen Guojun had an ominous premonition in his heart, he immediately felt that his feet were being caught. He hurriedly looked down and saw a blood-drenched half-centenarian holding his foot tightly with his blood-stained hand, muttering something to say.

This half-hundred-year-old man is none other than an elder of the Nangong family. He had more than a dozen fatal wounds all over his body, and there was a huge cavity in his abdomen, and even his intestines were hollowed out, and he was unable to return to the sky at all, and he only had his last breath left at this time.

Zhen Guojun hurriedly squatted down and held the elder in his arms: "Fourth! ”

The elder, known as the fourth elder, spat out a large mixture of blood and minced meat from his mouth, and then said with difficulty with his last breath: "Home...... The head of the family, the ruler of the interior and the ruler of the outside...... They all died heroically......"

"Please, you must kill the enemy marshal, defend ...... Defend my Nanxia ...... Avenge the two monarchs...... Avenging my Nanxia......"

After saying that, the elder fell in a pool of blood, bleeding to death.

Zhen Guojun clenched his fists, and his body trembled a few times. Then he tore off his cloak, placed it over the elder's body, and gave him a very solemn military salute.

"Fourth brother, go with confidence, I will definitely kill the enemy marshal, avenge the two monarchs, and fight for Nanxia until the last moment of my life!"

After speaking, Zhen Guojun stood up from the ground, his hair rushed to the crown, and his eyes were round and kicked the marshal of the Warring States.

"You are the Marshal of the Warring States of Northern Yan?" Zhen Guojun's tone was low and depressed, and in a pair of deep eyes, endless monstrous anger was ignited!

With a wave of the war spear in the hand of the marshal of the Warring States, the raging electric current blew the floor into pieces: "It's Ben Shuai!" ”

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Zhen Guojun raised the war spear in his hand, the tip of the spear pointed directly at the marshal of the Warring States, and shouted with a rainbow: "Those who offend me in Nanxia will be punished even if they are far away!" ”

As the sound fell, a magnificent aura erupted, converging into a golden spear behind Zhen Guojun. The surface of the spear was shining with blue light, and it was obviously also a ground-level martial spirit.

This is the martial soul of Zhen Guojun - the unequaled battle gun!

After opening the martial soul, Zhen Guojun's whole body was shining with golden light, as if he was wearing a golden coat, which showed that he was already in the "unmatched" state blessed by the martial soul ability.

In the state of "Musou", the power of the Zhenguo Monarch will be increased by five times, and the reaction speed will be increased by two times. And every attack comes with splash and lifesteal effects.

It is with the ability of this martial soul that Zhen Guojun can sweep thousands of troops and horses and defeat the invincible opponents of Beiyan.

Zhen Guojun stepped backwards with one foot, stepped out of a pit of half meters on the ground, and then turned into a golden light and shadow and rushed towards the Marshal of the Warring States.

At the same time, the marshal of the Warring States also stepped out of a pit in the ground, turning into a phantom and rushing towards the Zhenguo monarch.

In the last second, the two were still dozens of meters apart. And in the next second, the two had already collided violently.

The moment the war spear collided with the thunder halberd, two streams of energy with different attributes erupted at the same time, forming an extremely devastating shock wave that suddenly spread out in a spherical shape.

With the location of the two people as the axis, the ground within a radius of five meters was instantly crushed and sunken, forming a pit with a diameter of ten meters, and the stone slabs and dirt were blown out.

The two flew out of the pit at the same time, and landed dozens of meters away in equal numbers, and this one confrontation was unexpectedly comparable.

"The monarch of Nanxia Town, as expected, lives up to his reputation." The Marshal of the Warring States was a little surprised, obviously he didn't expect the strength of the Zhenguo Monarch to be so strong. Fortunately, he was transferred away from the mountain first, otherwise he would really be defeated by the three monarchs.

Zhen Guojun was not happy at all because he was praised by the Warring States Marshal, he did not talk nonsense to the Warring States Marshal, and directly rushed towards him again with a gun, launching an endless attack on him.

The marshal of the Warring States no longer dared to despise his opponent, and immediately took out his peak strength to fight against him.

The two collided violently again, and then blasted a crater ten meters in diameter into the ground.

And the moment the pit was formed, the two had already disappeared from the pit.

When they reappeared, they were already thirty meters in the air, and then they collided violently again, exploding a wave of hot air in mid-air, making a shocking sound like muffled thunder.

The speed of both of them was so fast that the soldiers on the ground could not see their movements at all, only that there were two vague phantoms, which split and merged in mid-air, constantly intertwining and colliding back and forth, dazzling and dizzying.

Every collision between the two would create a terrifying noise comparable to thunder, making the entire royal city tremble.

With the blessing of the martial soul ability, the speed and strength of the Zhen Guojun are on par with the marshal of the Warring States. So the two fought inseparably, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Over the next quarter of an hour, the two battled hundreds of rounds, destroying houses everywhere they passed. The city within a radius of several miles was reduced to ruins in the confrontation between the two.

The destructive power like a natural disaster made all the soldiers stay away, and they all retreated, not daring to get involved at all......