From Dulong Mountain

Anguo's siege was destined to be a massacre.

The second-level empire could hardly stop Yue Chen's soldiers.

The soldiers of the Yue State slammed on the city wall, entered the imperial capital city, and met with the army.

Where the long knife passed, the shield was cut to pieces, and the Anguo soldiers were cut in two.

The entire emperor became a meat grinder.

The army was strangling, and the soldiers of Anguo followed the ground under the orders of the generals. Two torrents of steel were colliding frantically.

Blood was flowing and splashing, and the feet of both sides gathered into a stream.

The soldiers' lives are disappearing quickly, and Yue Chen's exclusive troops are also losing.

Some casual repair masters hidden in the city took the opportunity to attack the Yue State Army from behind, causing certain casualties to the Yue State Army, and then they were dismembered by the soldiers who fought to death.

The imperial capital, Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger, is revealed at this moment.

By Yue Chen's side, the five generals did not continue to stand by, but instead took actions one after another, strangling the war spirit level masters hidden in the city, so as to prevent the Yue State Army from losing too much.

From night to daytime, the war continues.

There were bones all over the city, and blood flowed into rivers.

The people shivered in hiding at home, and the strong smell of blood spread throughout the entire imperial capital.

In the imperial palace, hundreds of civil and military officials gathered together, and An Hongyi sat on the throne, his face pale and trembling.

Yue Guojun really came in.

Although the battle was fierce, the number of enemies did not decrease much. On the other hand, the Qing Dynasty army, there were large numbers of casualties, from last night to now, a total of 20,000 soldiers died.

"Have the fairy masters come yet?"

An Hongyi shouted, staring at Yan Tengfei like wolves. If the people of Dulong Mountain cannot be rescued, if An Hongyi is going to die, he will surely let Yan Tengfei be buried.

Yan Tengfei's face was full of solemnity, and he was also afraid of Yue Guojun's entry.

"almost!"

Yan Tengfei shouted in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, don't worry, they will be able to come in time." An Hongyi gritted his teeth and nodded heavily. Now, all hope is placed on Dulong Mountain.

"boom!"

Suddenly the top floor of the palace was smashed by heavy objects, and the tiles were flying.

Several figures smashed on the floor in the palace.

For a time, the whole house was shocked, and countless people shouted in horror: "Protect Your Majesty!"

An Hongyi was guarded by everyone behind him. Through the gap in the crowd, An Hongyi saw a bunch of old men wearing black robes and more than a dozen young people.

Immediately, An Hongyi was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward, pushing away the crowd in front of him, and said loudly: "Little Wang An Hongyi, pay homage to the fairy masters."

The reinforcements from Dulong Mountain have finally arrived.

And there are five old men from Dulong Mountain.

The five people are all well-known masters of the warlord, and they exist forever.

An old man wearing a purple robe, tall, blushing, and wearing a robe looked at An Hongyi calmly, and categorically shouted: "Don't worry, An Guo, we will protect it."

This is the head of Dulong Mountain, Hua Qianjue.

Listening to this overbearing voice, the heart of Manchu civil and martial arts was relaxed.

Poison Dragon Mountain, that is the top sect within a tens of thousands of miles, countless 23rd-level sects rely on their breath, the head of Hua Qianjue stomped, enough to cause countless countries to shake.

Such a character, there are so many masters who carry all the doors, everyone present can't think of any reason why Yue Chen and the others are alive.

"Chen, wait, pay homage to all fairy masters!"

Upon seeing this, the Manchu civil and military officials bowed down and saluted.

Hua Qianjue nodded indifferently, and dismissed everyone's knees. If Yue Chen hadn't hurt the dignity of Dulong Mountain, they wouldn't necessarily take care of such trivial matters between countries.

Hua Qianjue coldly shouted: "Yue Chen dares to kill my younger brother, and Yue country should be destroyed. In this battle, millions of people should be buried with my younger brother."

In a word, murderous, icy cold.

"Li Zheng!"

Hua Qianjue shouted.

"The disciple is here!"

A middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd, clasped his fists and shouted coldly.

"Go to take over the defense of the palace, travel a long distance, I'll have a cup of tea first!"

Hua Qianjue said indifferently, not caring about the An Guo soldiers who are now being massacred by the Yue people.

Regarding human life as a must, is the most true portrayal of them.

"Yes!"

This young man named Li Zheng led his junior and younger sisters out of the hall.

"Come here, get the best cloud tea for me." A group of 300 people beheaded all the way to the front of the palace.

Leading the army is Xu Chu's deputy Zhang Miao.

When following Xu Chu, Zhang Miao was a master of war commander. Now she has been fighting all the way and has been promoted to war spirit.

"Haha, the palace!"

Zhang Miao looked up, glanced at the nervous soldier on the wall, and smiled coldly.

Under the baptism of the war, many soldiers were murderous, with blood condensed all over their bodies, like demons crawling out of hell, their breath was extremely shocking.

Zhang Miao held a sword and coldly shouted: "If you don't open the door, then let me wait to smash this city wall."

On Zhang Miao's sword, the silver breath slowly condensed, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

When the breath on the sword condensed to the apex, a sword split immediately.

"boom!"

The scarlet gate was violently earthquake.

This is made of bronze, so strong that it can be broken with no effort.

"Ok?

It is indeed the gate of the palace! "

The corners of Miao's mouth were even more cold.

"Brothers, let's break this door together!"

Zhang Miao shouted.

"Yes!"

The soldiers shouted generously.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and more than a dozen young people appeared behind them. The leader was a man who looked more than 40 years old: Li Zheng.

"You are like a pariah like an ant, and dare to disturb my teacher!"

Behind Li Zheng, a young man yelled, not paying attention to the murderous people in front of him.

"Untouchables?"

On Miao's face, killing intent was concentrated.

"Come here, kill me! Let them these high garbage, and see if the swords of our untouchables are sharp!"

Zhang Miao shouted.

As a soldier, you don't need to talk nonsense, just prove the weapon in your hand.

"kill!"

Behind Zhang Miao, several warriors stepped forward with their swords, and the swords were vacant on the tip of the sword.

Behind Li Zheng, many young people sneered, and suddenly pulled out the sword behind Li Zheng, cutting out the sharp sword light.

More than a dozen Yue State fighters who rushed up were smashed into the ground and flew out, hitting the ground, life and death unknown.

The young people of Dulong Mountain sneered with their swords in their hands, and looked down upon the many soldiers who fell to the ground. Their swords were sharper than the cold iron swords.

"Do you dare to kill me from Poison Dragon Mountain?"

Li Zheng's gaze fixed on Zhang Miao, and murderous intent came out like a cold current hitting Miao.

The next moment, Li Zheng cut through the void with his sword, the dazzling sword light.

Zhang Miao held the sword horizontally in front of him, and was smashed by the sword light, fell to the ground, and couldn't help but spit out his heart.

A sword air cut in along his shoulder armor, smashing the armor, leaving a deep bone scar on his shoulder, and blood poured out.