Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Collaborate with the traitor, kill!

Fleeing the battle, kill!

"Didn’t you say that you can’t kill you?"

"Aren’t you a Guardian from southern Hebei!?"

"Then die among the Hungarians The hand is you, you have died well!"

Ling Tian held up the seal of his hand, like a War God, and like the guardian god of hell hunting grounds.

He is here, leading the millions of troops from Zhong Prefecture, and sealing the retreat and escape routes of Zhao Wuliang's 600,000 troops.

In the front, there is a Hungarian army like wolves and tigers, and in the back there are millions of lions from Ling Tian.

Pingyao Pingyang’s 600,000 army, apart from fighting the Hungarians, is the blade and weapon faces one another of the same clan.

The two choices, no matter which one, are the same as sending death.

"Ling Tian, ​​you are so vicious!"

Zhao Wuliang's eyes widened in anger, and all his eyes were blood red.

Ling Tian forced him into a desperate situation!

He dignified Great General, who has been in southern Hebei for hundreds of years, and the Zhao Family has dominated for a thousand years. When did you think that one day, he would be killed in this almost humiliating way?

"Am I vicious?"

"Now that the enemy of the foreign race is at present, you, as a soldier of the Southern Tang Dynasty, will be shrouded in horse leather, and you will die. I am giving you a chance to leave your name in history. , How could I be vicious?"

"If you flee without a fight and lose ten thousand li, countless cities are trampled by foreign races, and millions of Martial Artists die tragically under the sword of foreign races, wouldn't it be vicious? "

"Hehe, Wuliang Zhao, accept your fate. If you still have a little bit of Human Race Martial Dao's blood, you can fight the alien race to death and death!"

"Or, you Take a shot at me."

"You, dare you!"

Ling Tian curled up the corner of his mouth, not to kill, but to punish the heart.

"You, you!"

Zhao Wuliang had already collapsed in his heart, pointing to Ling Tian, ​​but he was speechless.

"hmph, Wuliang Zhao, you treached your faith and killed my little Prince Bai Yu, Xianbei. Today, I want you to bury all of you Human Race for my Prince!"

At this time, The waves in the north, like the black sea, have raged before the army of Pingyao.

Two huge Hungarian Fighting Kings, converging in one place, in their body state, they are like two ghost birds in the night sky.

Two pairs of blood-red eyes, full of angry flames.

"No, it's not mine who killed it, it was him, it was Ling Tian who killed it!"

"he is Human Race, the leader of this Dragon Sect, is Human Race The first Heaven's Chosen, if you kill him, Nantang is at your fingertips?"

"If not, your Hungarians will be destroyed by this person sooner or later!"

Above the army Zhao Wuliang seemed to have thought of something, he quickly turned around and moved towards the other Hungarian fighting king roar.

If the Hungarians do not kill him, this may be his only chance to survive.

"Big brother, that Human Race, I have seen it before, and he once admitted that he killed Baiyu Prince!"

"Also, he is really strong. Now , He swung down and had such a huge Legion. This fighting intent is much stronger than the fighting intent before Zhao Wuliang."

At this time, the two third rank Dou Wang One, low voice.

"hmph, who cares about him? My Xianbei tribe, Bai Yu, died at the hands of Human Race. His Human Race will be slaughtered to make atonement!"

" What about his army of one million? In front of my 300,000 Hungarian warriors, they are just clay chickens and pottery dogs, let us kill them!"

"Warriors of the Xianbei tribe, lift up The weapons in your hands, kill all the Human Races in front of you, use their blood to wash their filth, kill!"

"Kill, kill the Human Race!"

"Kill!"

The fighting king furiously shouted, he didn't even mention that the Human Race in front of him was far beyond his own. !

In an instant, the 300,000 Hungarian army, like a dark tsunami one after another, crossed the mountain peaks in the north, like a torrent of beasts bursting a bank, and killed the Human Race below.

Under the impact of this torrent, Pingyao City is like a boat about to be impacted, on the verge of collapse.

In Pingyao City, there are millions of Human Race Martial Artists scared witless.

Although there was the Human Race army at this time, the blood and killing of the Huns made them fear from the bottom of their hearts.

For many years, Human Race has only been slaughtered in front of the Hungarians.

even more how, the 300,000 Hungarians in front of us are still one of the eight king tribes.

battle strength is even more tyrannical!

So in the face of the influx of the Hungarian army, the Human Race Martial Artist in Pingyao has lost all confidence.

Zhao Wuliang's 600,000 army was the first to bear the brunt of the Hungarian attack.

Densely packed, the Hungarians descended from the sky like black strange birds. They first entered the battle formation of 600,000 troops. The Human Race was almost without resistance. In an instant, the line of defense was defeated.

After Ling Tian and that million army's condemnation torture, they have already lost all fighting spirit.

Nowadays, facing the cold weapon of the Hungarians, there is only death.

Looking at the slaughtered Human Race Martial Artists, like leeks, and many Zhong Prefecture Martial Artists above the southern mountain range, they couldn’t bear to watch them.

Bu Feiyan flew over, stood behind Ling Tian, ​​pursed his mouth, or opened the mouth and said: "Great General, are we still not doing it? Watching the massacre of the Human Race army like this, Is it a bit too cruel."

Behind him, Zhang Lianzi, Bu Xuanyin and the others, although they have never spoken, they can still see the unbearable color on their faces. .

They are a little bit unable to understand Ling Tian's act of looking up from the wall.

"Do you think this is cruel, isn't it?"

Ling Tian turned around, looked towards Bu Feiyan, and asked independently.

"Yes, we can immediately rush down and repel the Hungarians, can't we?" Bu Feiyan raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Ling Tian's eyes.

"Then I ask you, if it is you, behind you are your relatives, your clansman, your Sect's senior and junior brothers, and in front of you, there is a vicious enemy , Even if you are not the opponent of those enemies, how would you choose?"

Ling Tian coldly looked at the stunned Bu Feiyan.

"I know you already have the answer, I can speak for you.

You will never retire, you retire, your relatives, clansman, will all die, so you only You can fight to the death!"

"Then if these 600,000 soldiers with the blood of Human Race, when the Martial Artist in the city behind him is a relative, after Pingyao, countless large and small cities and sects in southern Hebei If the millions of Human Races are clansman’s close relatives, they should fight to the death!"

"Is this still cruel?"

"They were slaughtered because they lost They have lost their faith and their fighting spirit! It is their own weakness!"

"Can't blame others!"

Bu Feiyan's eyes flickered, and he dared not look at Ling Tian, ​​and whispered: "But we could have..."

"Enough!"

Ling Tian glanced sideways and stepped non-smoky, shouting loudly, making everyone behind him tremble.

"If any of you can't bear it in your heart, please save this anger to me and turn it into fighting intent and fighting spirit!"

"Look at what the following group of Hungarian beasts are like Kill me Human Race, in a moment, I will give you a chance!"

"Let you kill enough for me, the 600,000 army of Human Race, for the Human who has died countlessly after the Hungarians. Race revenge!"