Sword Master Ling Tian

Collaborate with traitors, kill!

Runaways, kill!

"Didn't you say you can't kill you?"

"Aren't you the guardian of southern Hebei!?"

"Then die at the hands of the Hungarians, count you, and die well!"

Ling Tian held up the seal in his hand, like a **** of war, and like the guardian **** of **** hunting grounds.

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

There is an army of Hungarians like wolves and tigers in the front, and a million lions in the back.

Pingyao Pingyang's 600,000 army, in addition to fighting the Huns, is facing the swordsmen of the same clan.

And the two choices, no matter which one, are the same as dying.

"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 is a magnificent general who has been in southern Hebei for hundreds of years, and Zhao Jiaxiong has been living for a thousand years. When did he think that one day he would be killed in this almost humiliating way?

"I'm 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 stay in history. How can I be vicious?"

"If you flee without a fight, lose thousands of miles, countless cities are trampled by foreign races, and millions of warriors die tragically under the sword of foreign races, wouldn't it be vicious?"

"Hehe, Zhao Wuliang, accept your fate, if you still have a little bit of human martial arts blood, you will fight the alien race to death and death!"

"Or, you shot me."

"Dare you!"

Ling Tian bends the corners of his mouth, not killing, but punishing his heart.

"you you!"

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

"Huh, Zhao Wuliang, you treached and killed my little prince Bai Yu, Xianbei. Today, I want all of your human races to be buried for my prince!"

At this time, the waves in the north, like the black sea, had surged to the front of Pingyao's army.

Two huge Hungarian Fighting Kings merged into one place, and under their original state, they were like two ghost birds that demanded their lives in the night sky.

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

"No, it wasn't mine who killed it, it was him, it was him Ling Tian killed it!"

"He is the leader of the Human Race in this session of the Dragon Gate, and the number one arrogant of the Human Race. If you kill him, Nan Tang will be at your fingertips?"

"If not, you Hungarians will be wiped out by this person sooner or later!"

Zhao Wuliang, who was above the army, seemed to have thought of something, and quickly turned around and yelled at the other Hungarian fighting king.

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

"Big brother, that human race, I have met before, and he once admitted that he killed Prince Bai Yu!"

"Furthermore, he is really strong. Now that he has swung down and has such a huge army, this kind of combat intent is much stronger than that of Zhao Wuliang's previous combat intent."

At this time, one of the two third-order fighting kings whispered.

"Huh, whoever he is? My Xianbei tribe, Bai Yu, died at the hands of the human race, and the other race will be slaughtered before they can atone for their sins!"

"Even if he has a million army? In front of my 300,000 Hungarian warriors, he is just a chicken and dog, let us kill!"

"Warriors of the Xianbei tribe, raise the sword in your hands, kill all the human races in front of you, use their blood to wash their filth, kill!"

"Kill, kill all the human race!"

"kill!"

The King of Dou shouted angrily, and didn't even mention the Human Race army in front of him that far surpassed him. He put it in his eyes, raised the giant stick in his hand, and led the army to rush down!

In an instant, the 300,000 Hungarian army, like a dark tsunami, crossed the mountain peaks in the north, like a flood of beasts bursting a bank, killing the human race below.

Under the impact of this torrent, the city of Pingyao is like a boat about to be impacted, crumbling.

In the city of Pingyao, millions of Terran warriors, one by one, trembled.

Although there was a large army of human races at this time, the blood and killing of the Huns made them fear from the bottom of their hearts.

For many years, most of the human races have only been slaughtered in front of the Hungarians.

What's more, the three hundred thousand Huns in front of them are still one of the eight king tribes.

The combat power is even more tyrannical!

Therefore, in the face of the Hungarian army rushing into the tide, the human warriors in the city of Pingyao have already lost all confidence.

Zhao Wuliang's 600,000 army, faced the brunt of the Hungarian attack.

The densely packed, like black strange birds, the Hungarians descended from the sky. After entering the battlefield of 600,000 troops, the human race was almost without resistance. In an instant, the line of defense was defeated.

After Ling Tian and the millions of army's condemnation torture, they had already lost all fighting spirit.

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

Looking at the pieces, like leeks, the slaughtered human warriors, on the southern mountains, many Zhongzhou warriors, can't bear to watch.

Bu Feiyan flew over, stood behind Ling Tian, ​​pursed his mouth, still opened his mouth and said: "General, are we still not doing it? Looking at the human army being slaughtered like this, is it a bit too cruel."

Behind them, Zhang Lianzi, Bu Xuanyin and others, although they had never spoken, they could still see the unbearable color on their faces.

Some of them couldn't understand Ling Tian's act of watching from the sidelines.

"Do you think this is cruel?"

Ling Tian turned around, looked at Bu Feiyan, and asked faintly.

"Yes, we can rush down immediately 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 tribe, the brothers and sisters of your sect, and in front of you are the most vicious enemies, even if you are not the opponent of those enemies, How would you choose?"

Ling Tian coldly looked at Bu Feiyan who was stunned in the same place.

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

You will never retreat. If you retreat, your relatives and clansmen will all die, so you can only fight to the death! "

"So if these 600,000 soldiers with human blood, when the warriors in the city behind him are relatives, after Pingyao, the millions of people in countless large and small cities and sects in southern Hebei are relatives, they will It deserves to fight to the death!"

"Is this cruel?"

"They were slaughtered because they lost their faith and their fighting spirit! It was they who were weak!"

"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 horizontally and screamed, causing everyone behind him to tremble.

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

"Look at how the group of Hungarian beasts killed my human race, in a moment, I will give you a chance!"

"Let you kill enough in one breath, to avenge the 600,000 army of my human race, and to avenge countless human races who have died after the Huns!"