Wang Chang held the sword tightly with both hands. The puppet army wanted to climb the city wall outside the city gate of Shangjing. The more they accumulated, the more they accumulated, and they actually piled up a small hill under the city wall.

The puppets stepped on the puppets and climbed up one by one.

Finally, they climbed up!

The puppets were all like evil ghosts in hell, rushed up to the city wall and rushed towards the Qingling Army.

Wang Chang put his life and death behind his mind and took the lead in rushing towards the group of puppet corpses...

A deputy general, understand, the corpse puppets rushed towards him, and they were instantly depressed!

Wang Chang's fight was just a desperate struggle! There were too many puppets in the corpse group!

Just now, they almost injected all their mental power into the protective barrier, and they have not yet recovered their vitality!

But Wang Chang is in the Martial King Realm after all!

He rushed among the puppets of corpses desperately! The sword light and sword shadows were filled with murderous aura!

Some puppets were cut in half, while others were taken away from their heads!

The sword in Wang Chang's hand was refined with spiritual copper, and the one who was killed quickly dissipated.

But this battle didn't last long, and Wang Chang's arm was accidentally bitten. In order to keep himself awake, he waved his sword and chopped his arm!

I saw him kneeling on one knee, his arms were cut off, and his muscles and bones could be seen clearly!

There is still blood coming out!

In this gap, the corpse puppets pounced on them!

Wang Chang was submerged among the puppets of corpses!

A timid soldier was frightened when he saw this scene! Although he held a bronze spear in his hand and looked at the puppet corpse group, his legs and feet were trembling and retreating!

Wang Chang, who was flooded by the puppet corpse group, quickly became like the puppets. He stood up slowly, his broken arms no longer bleeding, and his entire eyes were covered with blood, as if blood was overflowing from his eyes!

"Commander Wang!" A soldier couldn't help but scream!

"What should we do?"

A very strong and powerful man killed the hesitant soldier with one knife!

Everyone was shocked!

This person is the instructor of the 100,000 Qingling Army, the second level of the Martial King Realm, and his name is Lin Biao!

Lin Biao looked at the timid people and shouted loudly: "The Qingling Army is loyal to the emperor and serve the country! He only fights on the battlefield and never retreats! If someone takes a step back, don't blame the ruthless sword in my hand!"

"Mr. Fang and Commander Wang both sacrificed their lives for the country! We will swear to follow the general to the death! We will never retreat when we fight to the death!"

The soldiers looked at each other, and they could not help but hesitate. The corpse puppets had already come to kill them!

The one who took the lead was Wang Chang! Their former commander!

Now it's just a walking corpse!

Lin Biao held a sword in his hand, his eyes were very firm, and he rushed towards the puppets of corpses!

The soldiers also have no choice but to retreat, and at most they can die in battle! They can also get a pension for their families!

"kill!"

The Qingling Army has no one to retreat, so it would rather die in battle! It is swearing not to retreat!

Qing Lingjun rushed towards the puppets of corpses one by one! Each one took one as ten! Either he died or I died!

For a moment, above the city walls of Shangjing, there were swords and shadows everywhere. The puppets were killed one by one, and the soldiers fell down one by one...

At this moment, a man wearing armor and holding a heavy sword shouted, and countless soldiers stood on the roof, each holding a bow and arrow, which was made of bronze and covered with tincture oil!

It is a top-grade spiritual fire that specializes in dealing with puppet corpses!

Martial practitioners under the Martial Saint realm will die if they hit this arrow!

A soldier covered in blood saw the man holding a heavy sword, and hope suddenly ignited in his eyes!

That was the commander of the imperial guards in Shangjing, Meng Zhan!

"It's Commander Meng!"

The soldier was bitten to death by the puppet before he finished speaking.

This shout came into the hearts of the soldiers, and each of them had a light ignited! He became more and more brave!

"Brothers! Reinforcements are coming! Kill!" a soldier shouted excitedly, very inspiring!

Before he could finish a word, the name felt a passionate blood flowing in his chest. He looked down and saw that it was the arrow of the imperial guard! It was the arrow of his own people!

He looked at Meng Zhan standing on the roof in despair and incredible! The burning drifted in the dusty wind.

Meng Zhan's face was expressionless and very cold and serious.

Meng Zhan turned around, his eyes feeling quite unbearable, but he slowly raised his hand and ordered an arrow to be shot.

Hundreds of thousands of ignition arrows were launched together!

The Qingling Army was shocked!

Now almost all the puppets are restrained by the Qingling Army, and this is the best time to kill them in one fell swoop!

But! But Qinglingjun...

Lin Biao was on guard against corpses and puppets, and on the other hand, he also had to guard against his own people's firearms!

He was furious! He shouted at Meng Zhan: "Meng Zhan! What are you doing?"

Meng Zhan still turned his back and did not look back, and did not dare to look back.

Qing Lingjun is a good person, but he has no choice but to eat the king's fortune and be loyal to the king...

Meng Zhan watched his soldiers die under the firearms, and his tears could not stop instantly!

It’s grievance! It’s despair! It’s regret!

He gave up, he let go of the weapon in his hand, and the blood was still on the sword.

With a "date", blood splashed on the sword!

Meng Zhan closed his eyes and was still bitten by the puppet. He could not die at the hands of his own people! He could only die at the hands of the enemy!

Soldiers should fight to the death for their country! The country can defeat me, but I cannot defeat my country!

......

Lu Heng, who came to Shangjing City, was stunned by the scene in front of him!

Qingling Army, which fought to the end for the country and the people, was not defeated by the puppets or eroded by the spirit masters, but died at the hands of its own people...

His slightly opened mouth trembled continuously. Meng Zhan was the commander of the imperial guards! Only Li Xuan gave the order!

Li Xuan was so heartless to the Qing Lingjun!

How could he? How dare he?

Lu Heng was angry!

But it's too late!

The puppet army was indeed almost killed. But none of the Qingling Army survived!

Zhu Sen and Jing Yuan were also very surprised to see this scene!

Ming Yao couldn't help but speak: "This Li Xuan is too cruel!"

Jing Yuan looked at the sea of ​​fire! Looking at the soldiers of the Qingling Army and the instructor who died alone, although he was unknown, he was loyal to his ambition!

Jing Yuan bowed deeply to Lin Biao with the highest etiquette of the soldiers.

Chimiao caught a glimpse of his behavior and sneered: "Tsk! Pretend to behave!"

"Meng Zhan!"

Lu Heng's veins swelled up and rushed to Meng Zhan. He grabbed his neck! He raised him high in the air!

The imperial guards were well-trained and aimed their bows and arrows at Lu Heng!

Meng Zhan raised his hand to stop him.

Zhu Sen immediately recognized Lu Heng!

"Ancestor of Demon Heaven!" he exclaimed, "He actually came?"

Ming Yao and Chi Miao also knew the power of the Demon Heaven Ancestor Lu Heng. One of the reasons why they wanted to attack Shangjing City as soon as possible was because of Lu Heng!

Lu Heng killed Yaoxin, and his strength was definitely above the Martial Saint! They were definitely not his opponents!

"What should I do?" Ming Yao blurted out.
Chapter completed!