In the city, Wan Er's soldiers and horses walked quickly, passing through wooden buildings, crossing the river that flowed through Xiuchun Tower, in a hurry, and the big knife in his hand was already out of the sheath.

"This Quzhou City, tonight is really difficult. "In the blacksmith's shop, the old man surprisingly didn't nap, probably because he slept too much during the day.

"Do you want to help?" said the black-clothed Ink Warrior King Dao behind him.

"Help each other? Why do you want to help? Success or failure is their own business, either the power of the world, or the bones, all this, what do I do. Mo Zizhai said, now he is not the old man who strikes iron at all, he is the giant of the Mo family, shocking the world.

"Aren't they the ones who were chosen by the treacherous predecessors to end this troubled world?" Hearing his words, Wang Dao asked, it seems that he knows a lot, this is a secret that only a few people in the world know, and it actually came out of his mouth.

"Be cautious. After speaking, Mo Zizhai raised his head and glanced at the sky, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

There are gods in the first three feet, this world is far more complicated than people imagine, ordinary people may not know, but in his realm, every move must be according to the rules, otherwise, he can only end up with the end of being destroyed.

"You and I are no better than him, don't talk nonsense in the future. Mo Zizhai spoke again.

If it is said that in this world, there is only one person who can truly detach, the first vertical and horizontal man, who stands on his own side of the world and is at ease, and may be able to be at ease.

"Alas, he should be the most worry-free person, but he is doing the most worrying thing, what does this world have to do with you? Could it be that this world is no longer difficult to help you?" he muttered, although he said heart-wrenching words, his tone was full of concern.

Acquaintance at a young age, he was already frivolous, proud of the world, famous in the world but just a year old, sharp, born for a generation of pride, himself, is inferior.

Now that he has passed the age of antiquity, he has polished his sharpness, and he no longer has the heart to resist, he is good, he has messed with the sky with one hand, painted the ground as a prison for more than ten years, and vowed to push the peaceful and prosperous world forward for several decades.

What's the trouble with this, when I let this world go into the troubled times decades in advance, it was intolerable, and now you are acting like this, have you ever thought about the consequences, I am afraid that it will be difficult to solve its hatred when the body and spirit are destroyed.

The back wall of Quzhou City has now been slaughtered, although they have tried their best to come, but in the end they are still a step slower, the city gate has been wide open, and dense enemy troops have poured into Quzhou.

The sound of killing shook the four fields, and people kept falling to the ground, including Waner people, and people from the Five Armies Alliance.

An inch of land and an inch of blood, this city gate has been completely stained red with blood, and now there is no other way but a bloody battle, and taking a step back may be to die in the city.

One person and one sword, the three thousand army is like entering a no-man's land, the sword and sword are gushing with blood, the killing sword, and the monarch is supported.

His body was covered with blood, there was his, but most of it was the enemy's, and the scar on his face seemed to be alive in blood, constantly wriggling, unusually hideous.

Three swords and ghosts, one sword in three years, three swords and nine years, the sword qi is constantly swirling, and he is arrogant.

Everyone only knows the twelve swords in the sleeves of the sword ghost, but they don't know that the sword is famous, and the sword is affectionate, which was originally cultivated with his hard work, if it is not for his consent, who can steal it.

Heaven, earth, man and ghost, Kuang Ao's hand is the ghost three swords, respectively named impermanence, judge and Yama, hook the soul impermanence, ask for the judge, murder Yama, ghost three swords, sword and sword spirit.

The iron-blooded battalion, Yang Liuqing, has no world-class martial arts, but I hope that the bloody battle, the iron-blooded eighteen generals, will have the heart to die.

Finally, our Wan Yingtian, the commander of Wan Er, waved the big knife in his hand, no different from an ordinary soldier, if Quzhou will be lost today, then he Wan Er, willing to be the first person to die in the city.

"You fuck me and get back honestly, or I'll cut you with a knife. Wan Er roared.

Who would have thought that the powerless scholar would drag the remaining shoe, and pick up a knife that was still dripping with blood from somewhere, and he would rush to the battlefield, with his body, I am afraid that he would only fall in a pool of blood in a moment.

I can't bear to kill chickens on weekdays, but now I raised the killing knife, and my narrow eyes were awe-inspiring, but in the end, I could only be pulled back by a few soldiers under someone's obscenity.

The city was now covered with corpses, like a Shura field, and the land was wet with a large area of blood, and it was still a little sticky to the feet, but no one cared about it now.

The corner of the pitch-black curtain has been dyed bright red, but it soon merged with the curtain, the pitch black is still the same pitch black, the curtain is still the same curtain, no different from the past, except that under this curtain, there are a few less inconsequential people, and no one cares.

The place where the fireworks should have been bright and bright is now blended into the night, and on the top floor, a plump and beautiful woman is leaning on the railing, looking at the place of killing, after tonight, I don't know if I can still see the person who has the heart of a thief but not the courage of a thief.

Finally, the curtain was closed, and a ray of light slowly revealed its head, sprinkling it on this piece of heaven and earth without selfishness, sprinkled on Quzhou City, and sprinkled on the city gate full of corpses.

The enemy retreated, did not choose to make a single blow, the casualties were too heavy, even if all 3,500 men pressed over, they still did not set foot in the city.

3,500 men and 1,000 enemies failed to take it for such a long time, and in the end the enemy's morale was completely lost.

There is not a single open space at the gate of the city, and the corpses press the corpses, and it is no longer known how many layers there are.

Quzhou City, they defended, but looking back, there were not many people who could stand up, this battle, victory was also defeat, Quzhou City could not withstand any destruction.

Wan Er, thirteen stabs in his body, knives to the bones, when he was dug out of the pile of corpses, his whole body was covered in blood, he had more air out and less air in, and he was dying, whether he could survive or not depended on the destiny of heaven.

Fu Junqing and the others were also uncomfortable, and they were stabbed several times, but fortunately, they had the strength to save their lives.

In the Iron-Blooded Battalion, only 12 of the 125 people remained, and of the 18 Iron-Blooded Generals, only 6 remained, 1,300 of them, except for the 300 who remained on the front city wall, only 95 of the 1,000 people remained, and not one of the ten remained.

Just when the whole city of Quzhou was mourning, a monk slowly stepped in, also with his hands folded, dressed in plain monk's clothes, stepping on a straw sandal, I don't know why, Quzhou, which had just experienced the war, could still tolerate this big Buddha.

When he passed through the back city, he saw a lot of corpses and chanted a Buddha call in a low voice, but there was no trace of compassion in his eyes.

No one noticed that his feet were soaring into the air when he passed by those corpses, and he didn't touch them at all, I don't know if he was a little unbearable in his heart, or he was afraid that blood would get on his shoes.