When a sword stabbed diagonally into Changle's ribs, his confused head finally became clearer.

What am I doing? Am I trying to survive or die?

Just because you were betrayed by your beloved woman, you have to end yourself with a suicidal fight, this is not bravery, it is cowardice, it is a nest!

If the son of the devil dies in such a daze, it will be a disgrace to the great ancestors!

This almost fatal sword inspired Chang Le's determination to live.

Now there is nowhere to hide, and you can't enter the beast soul space in front of everyone's eyes, and using the "Hongfei" skill is not enough to jump out of the huge encirclement, after all, there are thousands of enemy troops, covering a few nearby streets.

Then the only way to protect yourself is to protect yourself first, and then kill all the way out!

So he kicked away his opponent with all his might, and with the help of the reaction force, he fell on his back, skated on the ground like an ice, and in the blink of an eye, he shrank under the bed.

The severe pain caused cold sweat to slide down Chang Le's forehead, but his movements were still fast and powerful, first knotting his clothes, compressing the wound to stop the bleeding, and at the same time taking out the phantom feather Tianlu and pouring it violently, this magic medicine can not only quickly repair the wound, but even recover most of the physical strength consumed just now.

There were still seven or eight enemies left in the house, and although there were fewer people, it was easier to use them, and they would not be hindered by their accomplices. They didn't intend to give Chang Le a chance to breathe, and several swords followed closely to penetrate the bed board and stab at Chang Le's body.

"Bald" a few times, the tip of the sword poked on the shield of Chang Le's left arm, the sound did not sound like a metal strike, but the shield was unbreakable, and the stabbing sword was strangely dissipated by the shield.

A second ago, Chang Le didn't have a shield, but now he did, and the black sword and black shield of the King's suit had been summoned.

In this way, his strength also soared from the peak of the battle division, doubled, doubled, tripled......

At the moment of eightfold, the quantitative change becomes the qualitative change, and that power transcends the realm of the mighty human being and enters the realm of the great power of nature.

The Guards officer in the room was bewildered by the changes under the bed, and thought that with a little more strength he could accomplish the task, and swung his sword away, splitting the wooden bed board and the wrought iron bed frame.

These men are warriors, and metal objects are under their swords, and the hardness is no different from butter.

"Come out, you hiding-hiding mouse!" one of the officers laughed.

The next moment, Chang Le jumped out from under the bed, and with the majestic power of the junior war spirit, grabbed the laugher, and threw it out of the window:

"Get out!"

All this happened so quickly that the officer's wild laughter had not had time to stop, and the change from the end of the word "ha" to the poignant "ah" was quite convenient and natural.

The screams extended from the room to the window, and then came to an abrupt end, for below was the array of spears that were waiting for them. The soldiers didn't have time to withdraw their hands, and watched as the commander was twitched by his own spear.

The crowd in the distance let out another exclamation, and the officers who had been beaten out of the window by the "traitor" who resisted arrest in the house, and who had died in the spear formation, had now reached as many as seven.

Many of the soldiers turned to look at the Marquis Philip, hoping that he would change the order and tell everyone to lay their spears flat, so that if any more of the officers fell, they would be able to pick them up.

The marquis, however, had a blue face and said nothing.

The surrounding spectators became more and more noisy, and the voices of discussion and shouting were overwhelming.

These include hotel guests, as well as nearby residents and pub drinkers.

Residents of some status are scolding and scolding, denouncing "that pariah" for his cruelty and killing so many noble royal soldiers.

Hotel guests were kicked out, not allowed to bring their luggage, and surrounded by a group of soldiers, waiting to be identified afterwards.

And the Green Forest is the first-class luxury hotel in the imperial capital, and the guests are either rich or powerful, so they can't stand such humiliation and slackness, not to mention that some aristocratic men and women have a tryst inside, and now they are being escorted by soldiers on the side of the street, which is equivalent to public exposure.

So while they hated Chang Le, they also scolded Marquis Philip and the Fifth Guards Division to the blood.

There are not many people who support Chang Le, but the momentum has been growing, and those who are dissatisfied with the status quo have taken Chang Le as a spiritual sustenance to rebel against reality, and his story is already quite legendary, attracting many admirers.

Chang Le's drinking friend was among them, and at this time he sighed to his friends:

"This untouchable Chang Le, what a good man! So many people can't beat him!"

After speaking, he couldn't help but take off his hat, looked up at the window on the third floor of the "Green Forest", and smiled:

"Two days ago, I just had a drink and chatted with someone, and told the story of the untouchable people who had fun all night, but I didn't expect this guy to live across the street from the tavern!

As he spoke, another Guards officer broke through the wall and fell downstairs, and the man couldn't help but shout:

"Good!"

The friends around him immediately covered his mouth, but he was far more than the only one who applauded, and the crowd around him, who was originally silent, became more and more excited at the moment, and the number of people who dared to cheer for Chang Le has been increasing.

There are even many women screaming, even if it is a bandit and robber, being able to beat the official army like this alone, it is enough to attract the hearts of countless innocent girls.

"Burn, set fire, burn the green forest for me!" the marquis suddenly shouted.

Because the officer broke the wall from another place just now, it means that the battlefield is no longer limited to Changle's room, and the entire third floor is about to be destroyed, and the walls of many rooms facing out have collapsed on all sides.

And now the movement of the battle upstairs has increased significantly, the whole building is constantly shaking, and the rubble is flying down, smashing the armor of the soldiers below to a "clang", and from time to time someone rolls his eyes and faints.

Anyway, if he fights again, the building will collapse, so it is better to burn it down and turn that damned untouchable into a cloud of ashes, if he dares to jump off the building, he will have his own spear array to serve.

"There are still our people in the building!" a lieutenant colonel officer hurriedly reminded.

In fact, in addition to the more than a dozen masters who went to catch Chang Le, there were also many soldiers blocking the stairs on the first and second floors, which were also an airtight spear array.

Philip said coldly:

"Execute the order!"

Then he waved his sword menacingly, the blood on the blade still dry, it was from the officer who had confronted him.

The lieutenant colonel's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to disobey the marquis's orders, but those commanders in the building were also comrades for many years, and a major general and deputy division commander were among them!

The fighting upstairs suddenly stopped, and the whole "green forest" fell silent.

It was quiet inside, but it was boiling outside, some people thought that the army had won, some people guessed that Chang Le had won, and even had to start a gambling game on the spot.

The residents of the Green Forest, on the other hand, desperately stormed the soldiers' lines, shouting at the Marquis and protesting the order to set fire to the shop, as their luggage was still in the building.

The Marquis ignored the cries of the inhabitants and roared again:

"The people up there are finished, light the fire immediately!

"Point...... Light the fire, take the torch!" the lieutenant colonel repeated the marquis's order, but in an unusually small voice.

At this moment, he found that he didn't have to struggle anymore, because Chang Le came down.

The first to appear were several surviving senior officers, who crawled out of the gate with rolling belts, all with bruised faces, limping and covering their faces, obviously having been beaten violently.

"How's it up there, where is the general?" asked the lieutenant colonel anxiously.

"General......" one of the survivors pointed upstairs, and then a stream of blood poured out of his mouth, and he had to change his mouth and shout, "Medic...... Help me......"

With a series of "plopping" sounds, the surviving officers fell to the ground one after another, their internal organs were obviously more serious than their external injuries, and they escaped with a breath, and finally they could no longer hold on when they went downstairs.

Next, there was the screaming and screaming of the soldiers in the building, first on the second floor, then on the first floor.

As the soldiers guarding the stairs escaped the gate, Chang Le's figure also appeared in the hall on the first floor.

He himself was covered in blood, his clothes were torn by the sword, and in many places the flesh was clearly turned open and dripping with blood.

And he had a small black shield tied to his left arm, an unconscious major general in his hand, a black spear in his right hand, and a sharp and fierce gaze in his eyes, and walked towards the gate.

The legendary character finally revealed his true face, starting with a group of maidens screaming:

"It's handsome!

Chang Le is actually feminine and beautiful, pretending to be a woman is at the level of red face and trouble, and seriously lacks the masculinity and toughness that a man should have, he himself is very inferior to this, and he grows a beard all year round to cover up this defect.

Fortunately, after a year of hard training in the military academy and the increase in age, he has become much taller and stronger.

Such a domineering hero, "bad" and "handsome" at the same time, it is difficult for the girls not to go crazy, if it were not for thousands of soldiers in the middle, they would definitely flock to it, even if they can't get autographs, it's good to be able to touch the corners of their clothes.

also screamed, as well as Chang Le's drinking friend:

"It's him! Why is it! Two days ago, I just drank with him! I told him the story of Chang Le as if I was pretending! My God, fortunately I sympathize with Chang Le, in case I scold him a few words......

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but touch his throat.

Chang Le's whole body was in severe pain at this time, but his heart was much calmer, and he raised the general in his hand:

"Let me go, I'll let him go!"

The lieutenant colonel trembled and shouted:

"If I let you go, you won't let the general go......"

"Do you want to gamble?" Chang Le smiled, "Bet that I can keep my promise, or let him die first, and then bet on whether I can run away?"

The lieutenant colonel, apparently having no choice, immediately ran to the marquis:

"Lord Marquis, General Leo belongs to the Fernando family, and his life is very important!"

The Marquis did not hesitate:

"Rice bucket, as a peak war master, he was captured alive by a monk, he should die! Soldiers, listen to my orders, surround him, and kill!"

The soldiers had no choice but to raise their spears in their hands, line up in a tight formation shoulder to shoulder, and surrounded the steps of the hotel's main entrance.

At this moment, General Leo snorted and came to his senses.

Chang Le pulled his collar in front of him, and asked with a smile:

"Wake up, do you want to give any orders to your subordinates?"

Leo turned his head with difficulty to look, and saw that the soldiers in the street were like a sea and spears were like a forest, and suddenly laughed silently:

"You...... You can't run away!"

Chang Le snorted coldly, his fingers loosened the general's collar, and when he fell, he grabbed his throat and raised it high again:

"Even if you die, you die first!"

Leo smiled happily, and although he was choked between his jaw and neck, he still struggled to speak:

"Soldiers, sooner or later, it is better to die on the battlefield than to die in bed, in order to guard the light......"

"Bullshit light!" Chang Le angrily threw him out and slammed it against the wall, "You soldiers must want to die in bed more, you forced them to fall into the dark hell!

After speaking, Chang Le held the black war spear in both hands and shouted at the infantry phalanx to charge.

Onlookers from all sides exclaimed again, and the screams of the girls became terrible.

The soldiers in front of him hurriedly adjusted the angle of their spears, as if they were being absorbed by a huge magnet, and they were arranged in an arc to point at Changle.

In the face of dense spears, there was no room to dodge at all, but Chang Le did not dodge either, as soon as the black spear stirred, the great power of heaven and earth naturally stirred up a violent wind, and between the intertwining of electricity and fire, he had already lifted the entire row of enemy spears in front of him into the sky.

Immediately afterward, a large cloud of blood mist continued to collapse into the air, and the king's spear was not only pierced, but also attached to a strong vibration, and with each click of the tip of the spear, it would tear and stir a soldier apart, and along with the cut armor, it exploded in all directions.

Now, the sound of killing and screams overwhelmed the exclamations of onlookers, and red and bloody became the main color of heaven and earth.

The dense phalanx did not allow the soldiers in the front row to retreat, and they could only face Chang Le's hard resistance.

But Chang Le has always been moving forward, without the slightest hindrance, as long as any soldier stands in front of him, the end is to spill his own blood, paving an alternative red carpet for his way forward.

And the void left by Changle will soon be filled by the soldiers who surrounded him on both wings.

No matter how he advanced, Chang Le was always in the middle of the crowd, and behind him and on both sides, the soldiers would not be too close, because the spear was not suitable for close combat, and everyone just stabbed hard when they were far away.

In all directions, high and low, there were sharp spear tips everywhere, and even if Chang Le had the talent for insight and rich perception ability, and could foresee the incoming route and landing point of each spear, he would not be able to defend it all.

He could only keep shouting and waving the king's spear, smashing and destroying all the weapons of the enemies around him, but if one row of soldiers lost their spears, another row would immediately make up for it.

So Chang Le also began to get injured, and he didn't have time to wrap up, even though he had the power of the war spirit, he was still a monk-level defense, and ordinary soldiers were enough to penetrate his body with sharp weapons.

The bloody road that Chang Le has walked on has the blood of the enemy and his own.

Ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters, Chang Le advanced fifty meters, feeling as if he had walked all his life, and he couldn't count how many people he had killed.

He could see the soldiers in front of him, all of them young, and the young man knew that he was going to die, but he still kept his spear raised, but he had begun to open his mouth and cry.

Chang Le's heart trembled suddenly, as if he could see mothers with gray sideburns, waiting at home for their sons to return, and perhaps, there were women holding their children and leaning against the door.

He still has the strength to fight, maybe he can kill it, or he can't kill it, but soft-heartedness brings softness, and just a slow movement makes him miss the defense of the entire left half of the arc.

Two spears pierced his waist almost simultaneously, from the left side of his back.

In the distance, the cries of female worshippers could be heard.

Chang Le roared, waved his spear, and burst into a blood mist, then pulled out the spear at his waist, broke it, and threw it, and there were two more blood mists.

But the spear he drew also brought out his intestines, and he grabbed his slippery and hot internal organs, forced them back into the wound with severe pain, and forced the enemy back with his spear, and pulled his clothes to wrap himself around his waist.

Then she couldn't help but glance overhead, the sun was shining, the clouds were blooming, and the sky seemed to have never been so blue.

"The world is actually beautiful, but am I leaving?"