"Bold, you are a traitor, and you dare to talk to the king like this? (Grassland)"

Gesongbu's words made the Golden Feather Wolf Guard next to Huyan Zhuozhuo furious, roared, jumped down from the city, and went to slash him condescendingly with a knife.

It's just that Ge Songbu is not a soft persimmon, and when he saw this, he took a slight step to the side, dodged it, and then cut off the head of the golden wolf guard.

Then, Ge Songbu lifted the head of the Golden Feather Wolf Guard, and looked up at Huyan Zhuozhuo, his eyes full of contempt.

This move angered the golden wolf guards on the wall, and with a roar, they were about to go down and fight with Gesongbu.

It's just that they haven't moved yet, and Huyan Zhuozhuo stretched out his hand to stop everyone.

For a moment, everyone was stunned: "Great, king." (Grassland)"

Huyan Zhuozhuo pursed his lips and said: "You all stay, guard the imperial city, if this king dies in battle, don't forget to kill all the king's family members." (Grassland)"

A group of golden-feathered wolf guards cried and cried, and Huyan Zhuozhuo didn't care about it, jumped down directly from the city, didn't say a word, and went straight to Gesongbu.

Seeing this, Ge Songbu didn't think about it and hurriedly retreated.

He is just an ordinary person who knows a little kung fu, how can he be the second opponent in the heavenly list?

Gesongbu retreated, and so did the herdsman warriors who followed him.

Occasionally, there are a few bold people who dare to rush towards Huyan Zhuozhuo.

It's just that the attacks of these people, in the eyes of Huyan Zhuozhuo, are indeed similar to ants.

Just like what Huyan Zhuozhuo said, the posture of a sick tiger is not allowed to be watched by ants.

In the same way, even Huyan Zhuozhuo, whose physical condition has reached the point of running out of oil, is not something that these ant-like herdsmen can shake.

At least, before Huyan Zhuozhuo's strength was used up, how could they resist Huyan Zhuozhuo's edge?

The whole body is wrapped in black aura, Huyan Zhuozhuo shows his might, like a tiger going down the mountain, out of the forest and walking Jiaojiao, but whoever is rubbed by his arrogance will be killed at the lightest, leaving a whole corpse, and if it is more serious, it will really be dead without a full corpse.

Only a few dozen steps forward, without stopping, on the ground, there were already corpses lying on the ground.

The power of the Prairie Demon King is vividly displayed at this moment.

The herdsman who was a little thief wanted to sneak attack from behind while Huyan Zhuozhuo was not paying attention, but the knife fell, and when it just touched the black flame, it was swallowed by the flame, which spread directly to the arm, and then the whole person turned into a ball of flame and fell to the ground.

"Gesembou! (Grassland)" roared in the sky, and Huyan Zhuozhuo was as arrogant as a madman, and any enemy who stood in front of him was mercilessly turned into ashes by him.

And Ge Songbu, who had long been hidden in the depths of the crowd, squinted at Huyan Zhuozhuo's mortal posture as a killing god, and smiled softly: "Kill, kill, Huyan Zhuozhuo, I see how much you can kill." (Grassland)"

Every time he kills someone, Huyan Zhuozhuo's sins have increased in the hearts of these herdsmen, as if there is no upper limit.

Leaving aside the usual, even a well-trained soldier would have long lost the will to fight in the face of such a battle with no hope of victory.

But this group of herdsmen came with the determination to die, and the perseverance to die for the sacred mountain, yes, you Huyan Zhuozhuo is powerful, you can kill ten, hundred, thousand, you can kill ten people, you can kill ten thousand?

Can you kill these 500,000 enemies who want to eat you alive?

What about the second place on the heavenly list, and what about killing gods?

Even if we are ants, as long as there are many of us, we are ants, and we will slaughter gods today.

More and more herdsmen who are not afraid of death are rushing forward, and they don't want to be able to slash Huyan Zhuozhuo, they are using their lives to consume Huyan Zhuozhuo's strength.

This kind of method that only stupid people can use, in the case of this kind of power disparity to the extreme, is undoubtedly the most practical.

When a knife passed through the black aura and stabbed into Huyan Zhuozhuo's left arm, the black aura finally weakened a little.

For the first time, these herders also saw blood bursting from Huyan Zhuozhuo's arm.

They have already seen the dawn of victory.

Even if they die, as long as they can kill Huyan Zhuozhuo, they will be willing.

Huyan Zhuozhuo, who had an old injury in his body and had never recuperated, finally felt the strength in his body begin to dissipate at this moment.

At that beginning, the black aura that enveloped him was not dancing as wantonly as usual.

A palm smashed the head of the herdsman in front of him, and Huyan Zhuozhuo stumbled under his feet and retreated behind him.

In front of him were countless herders with hatred on their faces.

At Huyan Zhuozhuo's feet, layers upon layers of corpses were stacked.

Huyan Zhuozhuo had already begun to gasp for air, and his eyes seemed to become a little blurry.

How many people did you kill?

Huyan Zhuozhuo didn't remember it anymore, but he only knew that under his feet, the sticky blood was eager to turn into the herdsmen before his death, holding his feet tightly and not allowing himself to make any movements.

With a plop, Huyan Zhuozhuo fell to the ground and sat in a pool of blood.

The sky has already revealed the white of the fish's belly, and the corpses on the ground have escaped from purgatory on earth.

Seeing this scene in the distance, Gesongbu couldn't help but tremble a little in his heart.

This is still a person, and he has killed more than 10,000 people in one night.

He didn't feel tired until now, and this wasn't human at all.

Thinking of this, Ge Songbu took a deep breath, walked out with a knife, and stared faintly at Huyan Zhuozhuo, who was sitting on the ground panting.

"Huyan Zhuozhuo, your time of death has arrived... (Grassland)"

Saying this sentence in a complicated mood, Ge Songbu didn't dare to look directly at Huyan Zhuozhuo's gaze.

Thinking that at the beginning, when Huyan Zhuozhuo had just sat on the king of the grassland, Ge Songbu was under him to fight in the south and the north, and he was also a general, if it wasn't for Huyan Zhuozhuo who killed his family, how could he be angry, give up the hero who has followed him for decades, and stand on the opposite side.

Sitting on the ground, Huyan Zhuozhuo opened his mouth to laugh, and blood spurted out of his mouth: "Gesongbu, you have finally shown up." (Grassland)"

When the words fell, Ge Songbu was taken aback, what do you mean this is.

Before the idea landed, Huyan Zhuozhuo's face flushed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the black aura on his body burned again, shouting loudly and rushing up.

Ge Songbu raised his hand to block it, but it was just the power of a fierce tiger, how could a mere ant block it?

Even if you're a slightly stronger ant, that's not going to work.

Poof, the bones were cracked, and Ge Songbu was hit by Huyan Zhuozhuo with his fist on the spot, and the shattered internal organs were squirted out of his body by him, and he fell directly to the ground.

And the desperate blow also made Huyan Zhuozhuo lose all his strength, and knelt directly on one knee on the ground, holding on to the old injury before, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Kill him! (Grassland)"

After a long day of silence, the herdsmen finally reacted, each roaring loudly and raising their knives to chop.

Huyan Zhuozhuo gave up, sat crookedly on the ground, looked up at the sky, and smiled: "Weiwu, you still haven't arrived after all." (Grassland)"

At the head of the imperial city, the Jinling wolf guards who watched Huyan Zhuozhuo fight all night couldn't stay any longer, and they jumped down to protect Huyan Zhuozhuo and fought with those herdsmen.

Flesh and blood flew on both sides, and stumps and severed arms danced in the air.

In front of the entire imperial city gate, there is a terrifying scene of Ahbi hell.

"Woo~~~"

The melodious and long horn sounded abruptly outside the city, and everyone in the fight couldn't help but look back.

When the horn falls, it is a series of drums.

"Hero drums, it's hero drums! (Grassland)"

A golden-feathered wolf guard shouted in joy.

But the screams fell, but they hesitated, it has come to this point, are there any reinforcements outside the city?

Huyan Zhuozhuo reluctantly opened his eyes a slit and looked in the direction where the drum was coming from.

One person wrapped the ice blue rainbow and fell from the sky.

After landing, both the Golden Feather Wolf Guard and the herdsmen were destroyed by the cold aura on his body and turned into ice sculptures.

"What do you mean, mighty king, are you still harboring this tyrant! (Grassland)"

Some herdsmen recognized that the person was Helian Weiwu and questioned angrily.

Helian stood up straight, turned to look at Huyan Zhuozhuo, and couldn't help laughing, laughing with tears: "Big brother, why did you make it like this." (Grassland)"