Wang Hongsleeve looked at Zhang Mingtian, who was pale in front of him, and a faint but confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Now, it's time for me to make a move." ”

As he spoke, the Qiankun pen in Wang Hong's hand shone again, and then, he raised his hand and began to write in the direction of Zhang Mingtian!

Wang Hong's writing action was not fast, his right arm moved slowly, swiped from right to left, and wrote a hand.

This skimming appeared in the air not far in front of Zhang Mingtian, several feet long!

Unlike the first two runes, this one is not an ink stroke, its color is blood red!

After writing down, Wang Hongzhen's right hand holding the pen moved again, and stroked down from left to right, writing down a long point.

This point, which dragged for a long time, crossed with the previous one in the middle, and from a distance, it looked like two blood-colored long knives were intertwined in the air!

Zhang Mingtian, who was on the large array of light curtains, looked at the little bit that crossed the air, and his face suddenly changed.

Because, he knows what kind of character Wang Hongsleeve is going to write, it is the word 'kill'!

In the air not far in front of Zhang Mingtian, there was a cross point.

The little point that crosses the air is blood-red, several feet long, and the strokes are elegant and sharp, looking at it from a distance, it is like two blood-colored long knives intertwined in the air!

Zhang Mingtian, who was on the large array of light curtains, looked at the little bit that crossed the air, and his face suddenly changed.

Because, he knows what kind of character Wang Hongsleeve is going to write, it is the word 'kill'!

'Killing' characters, that is one of Wang Hongzhen's strongest rune means, it is said that the previous high priest of the country was killed by him and cut into ashes!

Realizing that Wang Hongzhen was going to kill characters, Zhang Mingtian, who was pale, was full of horror, the true yuan in his body boiled, the scepter in his hand was shining, and his body wanted to avoid it to the side as soon as he moved, temporarily avoiding the edge of killing characters!

But at this time, Zhang Mingtian was shocked to find that he couldn't move anymore!

After that blood-red flick appeared in mid-air, a sharp and powerful aura had already suppressed down like a mountain and a sea, enveloping Zhang Mingtian!

The body was trapped by the unformed killing character, the shock on Zhang Mingtian's face couldn't help but be even worse, his eyes were sharp, and he shouted angrily, and the powerful true yuan in his body all surged up, trying his best to resist the power pressed down in the air, trying to break free!

Although Zhang Mingtian didn't have much True Yuan left after he cast the Four Great Dao Techniques before, he tried his best to resist the power pressed down by these two blood-colored strokes at once, and seeing it, he had a chance to get out!

But at this time, Wang Hongsleeve wrote the third stroke with the pen in his hand, a long horizontal stroke.

When the blood-red long horizontal appeared below a little bit, the power of killing characters suddenly increased, and Zhang Mingtian on the large array of light curtains turned three points pale in an instant, and the body that was about to break free was once again suppressed!

Wang Hongzhen, who waved his pen in the air, was dyed with a blood-colored ink halo, and the Qiankun pen in his hand continued to write down the fourth stroke of the killing word, the vertical hook!

With this stroke, the sharp and unparalleled power aura of the killer character skyrocketed again!

Zhang Mingtian, who couldn't get out of the large array of light curtains, looked horrified, and suddenly held the radiant scepter with both hands, and pushed it upwards to resist the power of killing characters.

Zhang Mingtian's hands holding the scepter were constantly trembling, his face became more and more pale, and after a short moment, a trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth!

At this time, Wang Hongzhen dropped the fifth stroke, a stroke on the left side of the vertical hook.

This stroke fell, Zhang Mingtian on the large array of light curtains could no longer support it, his face was pale and he let out a muffled snort, and the powerful power of the killed characters was so powerful that he knelt down on the large array of light curtains!

Wang Hongzhen, who was holding a pen in the air, looked at Zhang Mingtian, who was holding a scepter with trembling hands in front of him, kneeling on the large array of light curtains, and a proud smile appeared in his eyes.

However, Wang Hongsleeve's face at this time was not easy, and he was three points paler than before, because of the super powerful rune such as killing characters, to him

's True Essence and Divine Consciousness are extremely expensive.

Zhang Mingtian knelt on the large array of light curtains and struggled to support, but the Qiankun pen in Wang Hong's hand did not stop, he wrote the last stroke of the killing word, a point on the right side of the vertical hook!

When this stroke fell, in mid-air, a huge blood-colored word 'kill' with an iron painting and silver hook was completely formed!

This huge blood-colored 'kill' word, every stroke and stroke is like a knife like a sword, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the edge is exposed. When it appeared in the air completely, the sharp and invincible powerful aura of the killer character skyrocketed several times again, like an invisible sword qi, penetrating the heavens and the earth, shaking the void!

Zhang Mingtian, who was struggling to support on the large array of light curtains, at the moment when the Killing Word Rune was fully formed, the scepter in his hand instantly had several deep marks, and the body of the powerful saint was also pierced by several invisible sharp breaths!

Then, Zhang Mingtian's pale face spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body went soft, and he fell weakly from the large array of light curtains.

Zhang Mingtian, who fell from the large array of light curtains, quickly fell off the scepter in his hand, his face was extremely pale, and his body was drenched in blood, and he fell straight to the top of the gate tower at the North Gate of Tokyo!

With a loud bang, the roof of the city gate tower was smashed by Zhang Mingtian's body, and he fell into the city tower with debris and smoke.

Zhang Mingtian, who landed in the middle of the city tower, was lying on his back in a pool of blood, his eyes staring at the huge blood-colored killing word in the air through the big hole above.

Then, the anger and shock in Zhang Mingtian's eyes gradually calmed down, he looked at the sky calmly, and said with difficulty: "First Emperor...... Lao Chen...... Tried my best......"

When the words fell, the vitality in Zhang Mingtian's eyes quickly passed away until it disappeared.

He just lay in a pool of blood, staring at the sky, and left this world.

Zhang Mingtian fell from the sky above the city gate tower and disappeared, and among the food troops outside Tokyo, a burst of cheers broke out. In the city of Tokyo, the millions of subjects of the Song Kingdom were stunned.

When Zhang Mingtian used the Four Great Dao Methods at the same time, they thought that Zhang Mingtian would definitely win, and the hope of the Song Kingdom was just around the corner. However, after a short period of time, the situation outside the city took a sharp turn for the worse, and everyone fell directly from heaven to hell.

The National Teacher, under that terrifying blood letter, fell.

The subjects of the Song Kingdom in Tokyo couldn't believe the scene in front of them, and they didn't believe that the Kokushi would die like this. After being stunned for a moment, they began to pray with a hint of luck, praying that the next moment, Zhang Mingtian would fly up from the ruins of the city gate tower again and continue to protect Tokyo.

However, their prayers were not answered by God. On the contrary, above the canopy, blood-colored red clouds suddenly began to appear. It was a vision that could only be triggered by the death of a saint.

The blood cloud appeared, and the subjects of the Song Kingdom in Tokyo City stopped praying. They stared at the sky in shock, and their faces soon welled up with heavy sadness, and then despair.

Master Kuni, dead. The protector of the Song Kingdom, their hope, is gone!

The millions of subjects in Tokyo City looked at the huge blood word that had a murderous and bloodthirsty aura running through the heavens and the earth in the sky outside the city, and their eyes were full of despair and shock

Nervous.

After being stunned for a moment, many people began to hurriedly pack up their belongings and flee south.

However, there are still many people in Tokyo who have not left and have chosen to stay. Some of them were determined to live and die with the city, while others were still holding on to hope. Because, the imperial city array that shrouded the capital is still there!

On June 22 of the ninth year of Tianyou, Zhang Mingtian, the national teacher of the Great Song Dynasty, died.

This is the ninth year of the blessing of the Song Kingdom, and another shocking news that shook the whole Song Kingdom.

The millions of subjects in Tokyo looked at the huge blood-colored killing word outside the city, and their eyes were full of despair and panic.

Many people began to hurriedly pack up their belongings and flee south, but at the same time, many people chose to stay.

Some of them were determined to live and die with the city, while others were still clinging to hope. Because, the Imperial City Array guarding the Beijing Division is still there!

As long as the Imperial City Array is still there, then they believe that Tokyo will not be broken.

However, just when the subjects of the Song State put their last hope on the imperial city array, Wang Hongsleeve, who was in the sky outside the city, moved again.

He held the Qiankun pen in his hand and waved it lightly towards the huge blood-colored killing word in front of him!

With his movements, the blood-colored killing character that was obliquely above the outside of the city gate tower suddenly shook, slowly fell, and fell towards the imperial city light curtain on the city of Tokyo!

The slowly falling blood-colored killing characters stirred up the sharp aura that penetrated the heavens and the earth, and the surging powerful force on it was full of violence, bloodlust and killing, like a Shura blood seal, falling towards the Imperial City Array in Tokyo!

Under the Killing Rune Town, the light curtain of the Imperial City Great Array soon began to tremble unsteadily.

The slowly falling killer characters are getting closer and closer to the large array of light curtains, and the trembling of the large array of light curtains is becoming more and more intense, and even the ground of the entire Tokyo City is trembling slightly!

When the lower edge of the killing character completely touched the large array light curtain, the large array light curtain that trembled violently suddenly shook and completely collapsed. The light and aura on it turned into countless chain ripples, which stirred and scattered in all directions.

When the Imperial Castle Array completely collapsed, the ground of Tokyo Castle shook violently like an earthquake, and then it regained its calm and stopped moving.

At the same time, in the secret room of the Array, the light curtain on the stone platform that shrouded the model of Tokyo City also suddenly burst out, and then the agitation collapsed. Emperor Chen Yu, the Song Emperor, who had been desperately stabilizing the big array, spurted out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, and fell to the ground with his head up.

"Your Majesty!"

Huang Fu'an, the head of the Heavenly Machine Division, who had been protecting the Dharma next to Chen Yu, exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly ran over to support Chen Yu.

Chen Yu, who was pale, sat up with the support of Huang Fu'an, his eyes were full of despair and grief, staring at the model of Tokyo City on the stone platform, and sighed sadly: "Could it be that my Great Song Dynasty is really exhausted...... It's all because I'm incompetent, if I can have the cultivation of the saint realm, how can this imperial city array be so easily broken down......

Looking at Chen Yu's desperate and sad appearance, Huang Fu'an's eyes were red all of a sudden, and he said sadly: "Your Majesty...... Don't blame yourself...... Now that the Imperial City Array has collapsed, Tokyo City will definitely not be able to be saved, Your Majesty, let's quickly retreat south

bar. ”

Chen Yu smiled miserably and sighed: "Now that the Song Kingdom is embattled and retreats south, where can we retreat?" …… Besides, the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains that my ancestors handed over to me were lost by me like this, what face do I have to live......

Outside, outside of Tokyo

After the collapse of the Imperial City Array, the Killers who successively defeated Zhang Mingtian and the Imperial City Array, the light had become very weak and somewhat blurred.

Wang Hongsleeve, whose face was a little pale, raised his pen and waved it, dispersing the killing characters in the air.

The millions of Song subjects in the city looked at the sky above Tokyo City, where the imperial city array had completely collapsed, and their eyes were full of horror and despair.

The Great Array of the Imperial City was their last hope, and it was also the last hope of the Song Kingdom, but now, even it was gone!

The subjects of the Song State who were full of despair, some began to flee south in panic, some cried sadly, and some picked up the weapons at hand, ready to make the last resistance, and live and die with the city!

What is touching is that among these people, the vast majority of them have chosen to take up arms and resist to the end. Although, many of the weapons in their hands are just a hoe, a kitchen knife, and a rolling pin.