In the face of absolute strength, many soldiers can only turn into groups of cold numbers, 100 meters of control, 50 meters around the body, even ordinary archers are shrouded in a range of 100 meters, this is Zhang Dongming's absolute control of the space, anyone who enters this space will be restrained. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The power that transcends the rules is definitely not something that mortals can resist, even if Zhang Dongming has no martial arts, he can also kill the Quartet, dozens of black belt disciples who followed Zhang Dongming closely are getting closer and closer to the gate of the West City, and the soldiers of the Hydroxyle Empire who gathered have no power to resist, and can only rush forward with their flesh and blood to block the time of slashing.

After a long time of fierce fighting, Zhang Dongming was about to become numb, and kept repeating the knife and falling with his hands, the stumps and broken arms under his feet were covered with a thick layer, and the soldiers of the Hydroxyle Empire still pounced bravely, turning into pieces of meat under their feet, and the red silk threads floating in the air were like a blood-colored net, covering a radius of 100 meters.

The small black sign in his left hand absorbed the blood-colored silk threads with all his might, squeaking like a greedy baby. The earthy yellow light spots in the sea of consciousness also became brighter, extending to the red line of the small black brand, and began to feed back the small light spots of the earthy yellow, and with the perception of divine sense, you can clearly see a layer of earthy yellow light flowing along the blood-red silk thread into the small earthy yellow light spots in the sea of knowledge.

Finally completely occupied the city gate, but the city gate could not be opened no matter what, and the corpse more than a meter thick blocked the city gate.

The soldiers of the Hydroxyle Empire pounced even more fiercely, using their bodies to block the Yu family army from opening the city gate, Zhang Dongming, who was fighting bloodily, didn't know how many people he had killed, and the cold blood oath sword was cracked, and it seemed that the next knife would be shattered.

Under the leadership of the white belt disciples, like a long and narrow fast boat riding the wind and waves, the army formation of the Hydroxyle Empire slammed into the city.

Zhang Dongming's pressure in the cave of the city gate decreased sharply, and he took advantage of the momentum to rush forward, leaving the black belt disciples behind him to clean up the corpses and open the city gate.

A large number of soldiers of the Yu family rushed into the city shouting!

"The general's order will not seal the sword for ten days!"

"Ten days without sealing the knife!"

"Ten days without sealing the knife!"

People's desires are endless, and once they are opened, they will wash away everything in front of them like a torrent, including their own minds, what does it mean if they don't seal the sword for ten days? How many people can be left in the God-given Divine City.

The tyrannical person is irrational and uncontrollable, and in the face of blocking, he risked his life, and everything was for the ten days after the war, and the beauty of being above others was incomparable.

Zhang Dongming slowly followed behind the crowd, and countless blood-colored silk threads scattered towards the sky before they had time to close.

All the way to blood red, all the way to the stump, all the way to the ghost crying god howl!

The sky was dark, and the darkness seemed to be brewing a great storm to wash away all the sins of the world.

The surging flow of soldiers rushed towards the palace, and the three-thousand-year-old city would soon become a pile of ruins, and at the forefront were the white belt disciples of the Yu family, and behind them were the black belt disciples and red belt disciples, quickly killing into the palace gate.

Zhang Dongming stood at the door of the palace, dozens of black-robed people came out of the palace, and when they saw Zhang Dongming, they did not pounce on the fight, but respectfully saluted, and then staggered past and quickly walked away.

The strength of those black-robed people was by no means weaker than the white-belted disciples of the Yu family's inner gate, and the black-clothed man who escaped from Zhang Dongming's hands with a whip was also among them.

Zhang Dongming, who was stunned, didn't know why these people were saluting him, and stood at the gate of the palace in a daze, the door of the hole was open as if it was undefended, and there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the palace, and hundreds of Yu family soldiers were closely chasing after the disheveled palace maids, and the miserable howl of women came from time to time in the palace where the door was closed.

There are only more than 100 people left of the three hundred black belt disciples who followed Zhang Dongming closely, anxiously looking at Zhang Dongming who was standing in front, and there was no personal yellow belt disciple who rushed into the palace, Zhang Dongming had the highest status as the white belt inner disciple closest to the yellow belt disciple, and he was the first person to rush to the city wall, and they were the ones who opened the city gate, and the first merit was naturally not able to run, but the things in the palace were not something they could touch, only now, the Yu family's sons and grandsons had not yet entered the city, and they might be able to taste the taste of the queen if they fished in troubled waters!

The temptation of a woman sometimes comes from identity, just like an ordinary ***** is just more than a thousand dollars at a time, but when this ordinary **** participates in the beauty pageant and becomes Miss World, his worth will skyrocket, even if it is 100,000 or million, he is still the person with that body, no gold plating and no diamonds, but it is just an extra layer of aura of a public figure, and his worth has increased hundreds of times.

The emperor's empresses, concubines, and even palace maids all have an incomparably dazzling aura for people outside the palace, and it seems that even the old lady in the laundry yard is radiant.

The magnificent and solemn royal shrine is like a purgatory on earth, and the miserable cry lasts for a long time.

Zhang Dongming waved his hand, and more than 100 black-belted disciples behind him swarmed in, roaring like wolves and tigers and rushing towards the most gorgeous palace.

The street was miserable, a thick layer of corpses stacked together, the undead were wailing in pain, a team of Yu family soldiers quickly crossed the street, scattered into the streets and alleys, or a dozen people worked together to push a family away, in a burst of male master cursing and shouting, the hostess cried and pleaded to smash everything in the family, and then let the door open and go.

Ten days without sealing the knife!

The rise of one side of the force is doomed to the decline of the other side, but what does this have to do with the common people, isn't there an emperor who said that the people are like water, they can carry a boat or overturn a boat?

Is this true?

The people will always be the people, no matter how they alternate, it is the others who benefit, and it is still the people who are hurt.

Zhang Dongming, who was a little dazed, strolled through the bloody streets, watching scenes of human tragedy, which had nothing to do with him, just like people living in China would not care about the penguins in Antarctica, Zhang Dongming had always been outside the first planet, feeling that these lives had nothing to do with him, if there was any concern, it was Yu Xiaoyun and Zuo Jun, one had helped him, the other had a skin-to-skin relationship with him, and that's all.

It's not that he is cold-blooded, but not all people have the spirit of fighting and sacrificing for others, just like treating the soldiers of the Zylle Empire and the Yu family's army, whether it is life or death for him, it can't cause fluctuations in his heart at all, of course, he is still closer to the Yu family from the heart, at least he has stayed in the Yu family for a while, and the Yu family has not treated him badly.

Therefore, if he does not seal the knife for ten days, it has nothing to do with Zhang Dongming, he is just a spectator, although his heart is a little heavy, but he will not be like the great man Guo Daxia, who risked offending the whole army and the Yu family to intercede for the residents of the Heavenly Divine City.

The sun has set in the west, and the heaven-sent Divine City is full of smoke, and the strange thing is that along the way, I didn't see a single son or grandson of the Yu family, let alone restrain the Yu family's soldiers, and the crazy killing continued.

Clusters of blood-red silk threads converged towards the small black sign, and the piece that was broken by Yu Zheng in the middle slowly healed, and a small black mirror as smooth as a mirror appeared in his hand.