The commotion here has completely awakened the entire royal city.

From the top of each tower, there was a heavy sound of war drums, the war drums here, covered with a layer of heavy rhinoceros skin, the sound was dull and heavy, like bursts of thunder, resounding in every corner of the city.

People wake up from their slumber.

And the martial artists who have martial arts and have a keen perception have already noticed the slaughter in the air and the smell of blood that is so thick that it can hardly be dispersed, and one by one they hold their blades, turn over to a high place, and look at it fiercely.

There was still a little dim sky, illuminated by the raging flames.

"That'...... That's ......"

"Sin Army Tower?!"

An exclamation was crushed by the sound of heavy footsteps, Lu Guanhong looked back sharply, his breath suddenly froze, and the rest army wearing heavy armor and holding a heavy scimitar appeared on the street, and everyone could not see their faces.

Their faces were covered by hideous beast masks, and only their eyes could be seen, cold and indifferent, like knives in their hands.

The sound of heavy footsteps is neatly aligned, as if one person.

The sound of breathing converges into the sea.

In a trance, Lu Guanhong almost thought that he had seen a dormant beast, and this beast had opened its fangs, poked out its claws, and its eyes were already nailed to his body.

At this time, he suddenly understood-

This is the royal city, the resting place of the princes and kings!

In addition, there is a military city known as 100,000 elites stationed around.

Lu Guanhong's lips trembled slightly, and he muttered:

"Iron Float?!"

There are 500 elite iron floating slaughterhouses stationed in the city, dressed in heavy armor like an iron tower, and only his facial features are exposed.

500 pounds for those who are inferior in heavy armor.

The medium one is 800 catties.

The superior one is a thousand pounds.

In the heavy armor leaf friction and the sound of slaughter, the elite in the city all converged, as if there were dark clouds gathering in the sky, holding halberds, forming a military formation, and the air engine was suppressed by the natural evil qi of the soldiers, and it did not return to its original agility.

Tiefutu is the elite, found the abnormality, and gathered here, but it was more than a moment.

The appearance of the army is solemn, and the deterrent power of the whole simple soldier makes it almost difficult for Lu Guanhong and the surrounding warriors who have noticed the movement and gathered to breathe-

These Iron Floats have the power to slaughter them all.

And at this time, the pale stone tower behind Lu Guanhong finally slowly collapsed, the flames burned, the corpses fell everywhere, and a figure slowly walked out of it, his body was blood, most of it was someone else's, but he also had his own.

What is imprisoned here is the elite that the King of Balmain could not bear to give up, and they are not afraid of death.

Even if it is limited to the terrain and cannot form a military formation, but in a group of three, private formation, not afraid of life and death, it is still tricky, there are too many people, more than 100 people on a layer, 16 layers, fighting down.

The scimitar that Shaman had given him was completely unsupportable, and with his footsteps, it slowly shattered, like powder, falling into the firelight, with blood and flames behind it, and a shallow knife mark on his cheek.

Everyone who saw this scene instantly breathed slightly.

Heaven and earth are silent.

The Jianghu people, who are known as brave and brave, found that they did not have the courage to draw their swords at this time.

In the dead silence, only an angry shout sounded.

"Protecting the city! Protect the people! ”

"No retreat!!"

The weapon in the hands of the Tiefutu led by him was raised, and in the sound of slaughter, hundreds of heavy weapons weighing three hundred catties were raised, stabbed into spears, waved into knives, and inverted blades to lock the blades.

The weapon was raised, and the momentum was waved.

The subtle breaths come together and stretch endlessly in an instant.

With a snap, the five hundred armored warriors took a step forward in unison, their right hands clenched, their bodies neatly aligned, and they rushed forward and bowed down.

Exhale together, breathe together.

It's as if a storm was born here.

At the drop of a hat!

No regrets!

Lu Guanhong felt that his throat was a little dry, and the air seemed to be fiercely suppressed, allowing him to use all his strength, barely able to breathe in half of the air, fighting in the rivers and lakes, facing death and life more than once, but he had never been like this, as if even the instinct of the body was afraid.

A voice came from his ear, saying:

"Lu Guanhong."

The old man raised his head stiffly, saw the young man over there raised his hand to wipe the scar on his cheek, his expression was calm, and said:

"Draw your weapon and come and slash me."

"Pull yourself out of this matter, this matter is my decision, and it has nothing to do with you."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously clenched the scimitar, he also knew in his heart that as long as he was the first to shoot at Wang Anfeng now, he could bear a lot less pressure, his eyes were in a trance, but he shook his head violently, threw the knife in his hand out, and shouted:

"No, no!"

"I, I can't do this kind of thing......"

Wang Anfeng was silent, clenched the knife in his hand, walked slowly, and stepped forward, the ink knife in his right hand was not the ink knife, but a spear snatched from the fight just now, and released the remaining handle in his left hand.

Wang Anfeng turned into a two-handed gun, and his figure slowly lowered.

Look at the elite of the resting king city opposite.

One person, to five hundred.

There was no hesitation in those eyes.

Such a consequence was already seen when he first made a move, a person can do anything, but there is a price.

The more nonsense, the greater the cost.

There are too many rules in this world, and there will be many things that cannot be seen, and if you meddle in these things, you will definitely get into trouble, and it will be a thankless task.

The general of rest on the opposite side shouted angrily, Wang Anfeng didn't understand, but he was a little nervous next to him, and Lu Guanhong, who was holding the knife, said:

"He, he told us to give up resistance."

"Otherwise, after three breaths, kill on the spot."

The rest of the general Fu shouted angrily again, and the people of the rest of the rivers and lakes who were close behind them all changed their faces suddenly, and they suddenly leaped towards the back, and with a bang, only Wang Anfeng and Lu Guanhong were left in front of the soldiers.

The surrounding city army organized the evacuation of the surrounding civilians, and the elite Iron Floating Tu in front of him was faintly using his body to block the people who were leaving in a panic.

Wang Anfeng held the weapon in his hand obliquely and exhaled deeply.

Because of the excessive loss of internal breath, the breathing was a little tingling and burning, and from a distance, he could still hear all kinds of discussions from the rest of the people, although he couldn't understand the specific words, but Wang Anfeng understood the meaning and puzzlement.

It's as if to say—

Crazy?

Don't regret it?

This is not a battle in the rivers and lakes.

Rest is a country, and here is the resting princes and kings.

He was really familiar with such a situation of being surrounded by enemies on all sides.

More than once......

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, he seemed to see a thirteen-year-old boy holding a green bamboo, running from the mountains, as if he saw himself falling to the ground and struggling in the Medicine Valley, his face suddenly relaxed, and said:

"Old man Lu, what are you practicing martial arts for?"

Lu Guanhong was stunned and said, "What? ”

But he immediately noticed that the young man next to him was not paying attention to himself, but replied to himself, and smiled as if he had figured out something:

"I practice martial arts, but it's not to be honest as a rice bucket."

"Not a slave, not a servant."

"The blind and deaf who should not turn a blind eye don't bend their necks to live, and if they do martial arts, they will live a very easy life, right? There is silver, there are treasures, all kinds of enjoyment ......"

"If you can't see something, you must take care of it."

The voice paused, and Lu Guanhong heard his voice and turned calm, not so much asking him as answering himself.

"I practice martial arts because I want to be a hero."

"So, I will take care of the things that the officials don't care."

"I will kill the wicked who are not killed."

"No regrets."

"On the rivers and lakes, in the world and the world, there are too many smart people, who take advantage of the situation and never suffer losses, and always need some fools who don't know how to judge the situation and often hit their heads and bleed, right?"

Lu Guanhong saw that the Tiefutu in front of him was slowly approaching, his throat was a little dry, his Adam's apple rose and fell, and said:

"But, but...... No one cares anymore. ”

"And you're not trying to promise anyone, or are you saying it's for your friends and relatives or something......"

He barely knew what he was talking about.

He looked at the cold Great Qin Doctor in front of him, and when he heard his voice, he seemed to laugh and said, "It turns out that in the country of rest, are chivalrous people like this?" ”

"Daqin is not."

"You're talking about a doorman, not a knight...... Seeing that the road is uneven, draw a knife to help, it is for chivalry, chivalry has never drawn a knife for the weak, and he does not hesitate to draw his blade to the stronger, and, Lu Guanhong, what do you think, how will my matter today be spread? ”

He turned his face sideways, the corners of his mouth calm, but there was a slight smile in his eyes.

"Guess what, would anyone be willing to be a fool for this?"

Lu Guanhong was speechless for a while.

Wang Anfeng's right hand clenched the spear, the blade trembled slightly, and was immediately shattered, Ding Ling was stunned, fell to the ground, and then held the spear with both hands, one side crossed the ground in a semicircle, and the front of the Iron Floating Tu let out an angry roar, neatly aligned, and rushed violently.

Wang Anfeng's right hand was slowly closed in front of his chest, but at the end, he violently exerted his strength, and he pushed it backwards, Lu Guanhong was caught off guard, and was directly pushed up, flying towards the back.

The old man's eyes widened, and his right hand subconsciously stretched forward.

I saw the figure move forward with a bladeless spear, and the mouth also whispered and roared.

One person, five hundred.

The sound of footsteps was like thunder—

The distance between the two is rapidly approaching.

Ten zhang,

Hachijo,

Sanzhang.

Wang Anfeng waved his hands horizontally, the spear without the blade spun violently, and his strength was swaying, and the momentum of the Iron Float Slaughter's forward rush was directly interrupted, and several Iron Floaters in front of him flew back to both sides, crashing through the walls and houses when they landed, but they did not die, but they were unconscious.

Then, Lu Guanhong watched as the figure sank into the torrent of steel.

There was a boiling rest around him, mixed with incomprehension, mockery, curiosity, sighing, emotion, and then in the midst of such a noisy voice, the figure ran alone, and he faintly heard a word.

"Nine deaths."

"He still has no regrets."

The air wave exploded.

In a trance, Lu Guanhong seemed to see the pale golden phantom again, which seemed to be condensed, but it seemed to be just his illusion.

The noise disappeared suddenly, and all the people in the rivers and lakes fell into silence, watching the figures being repulsed, watching the figures go straight forward, and watching the scars on his body.

Under the military formation, the qi of the middle and third rank warriors will not occupy a particularly big advantage, and under the strangulation of the military formation of five hundred of the most elite warriors, with the strength of one hand, there is no sudden rout, which is already a very remarkable result.

What's more, among these guards, there is also a six-rank martial artist who is the center.

In the end, I don't know how long it has been.

There was a loud roar like a war drum, and the whole city seemed to shake, and the hilt of the iron spear slashed hard against the huge gate that symbolized the martial arts of King Balmain.

Immediately, in the midst of the exclamations of exclamation, and the fierce eyes of the defenders, the gate slowly fell backwards.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped on the huge city gate, and walked out, the defenders heard him humming a tune softly, some familiar, it seemed to be the kind that countrymen often sang.

At this time, Wang Anfeng's footsteps paused, looked back at the Jianghu people over there, looked at the resting defenders who had been shocked by him and did not dare to move forward, and glanced at the burned white tower.

The eyes seemed to see the extravagant palace through a long distance.

The main general of Tiefutu has the strongest martial arts, and he is already a sixth-grade martial artist, if it weren't for Wang Anfeng's own internal strength and physique higher than the ordinary five-rank, and more divine weapons to protect him, he may not be able to retreat with his whole body.

The general had no strength to fight again, so he pulled off his mask, his face was bruised, his breath was sluggish, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Why ...... You?"

"It's too dirty...... it's too dirty"

"I'm sick in my heart."

The voice was cold.

Wang Anfeng's gaze fell on the extravagant palace, because of the pupil technique taught by Mr. Win, his vision could be seen very clearly, and he suddenly felt that the place was dirty and very eye-catching.

He took the iron spear in his hand with his right hand, and then in Tiefutu's unwilling eyes, his wrist shook, poured the remaining qi into it, and then threw it towards the city.

The whistling sound is like the chirping of the most powerful eagle in the air.

The iron spear in his hand was like a siege crossbow, and it instantly crossed several miles away.

It was heavily inserted on the plaque of the palace.

The four big characters of solemnity and majesty split from the middle in an instant, swayed from side to side with all their strength, fell to the sides, and fell to the ground.

Wang Anfeng spat bloody spit in the direction of the palace.

Laughing, he staggered away.

The Long History of Sabbath, Volume 13

'At the beginning of the fifth year of Daqin Dayuan, in the thirty-second year of King Anxi, there was a mob rebellion, and the criminal army of 1,500 people was overthrown. ’

'The king's wrath strikes him with his resting soldiers'

The Legend of the Ranger: The Rest of the Chronicles

In the thirty-second year of King Anxi, Great Qin Fengwu killed the criminal army, broke the city, and went away with serious injuries.

The rivers and lakes shook.

I want to kill him to entertain the king.

PS: Today's update presents...... The word count is a bit small, so let's write more tomorrow...... It felt like the beginning of a prologue......