This day is not a good memory for the people of Wucheng.
Because starting from the morning, a pungent, disgusting stench can be smelled everywhere in the city, causing many people in Wucheng to slander.
Only a few people know that these smells are all brought back from those masters who came down from Wushan Mountain.
But no one dared to say.
After all, those masters are all well-known figures in Tianjing Land. Beimeng, Yunandu, Qinglinghua, Lingshan faction, Jinhuanfu... These people cover all the forces that can be counted in Tianjing Land.
So people who know don't tell, and ordinary people don't know what happened.
Until the afternoon, everyone in Wucheng could feel the ground shaking.
Standing on the city wall, a large group of cavalry could be seen flooding towards Wucheng along the dirt road outside the city like a tide.
When they sensed the vibration coming from the ground, many masters appeared from all over the city immediately, or walked through the crowd, or sprinted on the roof to reach the city wall.
"vomit-"
"vomit-"
When a group of people gathered together, the taste that was originally weak became extremely strong immediately.
"You guys stay here, the old man is getting old, go back and rest first."
"Farewell"
Many people left again.
Most of the people who left were masters who lived in seclusion everywhere, and those who stayed were people from the major forces.
There are also those guarding soldiers who almost fainted on the city wall.
While holding his breath, taking a breath of fresh air full of smell from time to time, he looked into the distance with a dark face.
It took a full quarter of an hour before the tide stopped a few miles in front of Wucheng, and everyone could almost see the faces of the cavalry ahead.
They were all wearing half-length clothes, revealing their muscular upper bodies, tall and fierce ancient warriors, but their faces could not conceal the tiredness, and there were many new wounds on their bodies.
In nine and a half days, they rushed from Gucheng to Wucheng, breaking through five barriers during the period.
Several flags embroidered with big "Nanfu" and "Xi" fluttered in the team.
As soon as the team stopped, the cavalry spread out to both sides, and a general riding on a toothed tiger came to the front of the formation and looked up at the crowd at the top of the city.
Just sitting on the back of the saber-toothed tiger makes people feel the bloody and killing spirit rushing towards them. Everyone feels as if they are on the battlefield, surrounded by a sea of blood, and they are alone facing the man who looks like a murderous god. generally.
"Xi Wanya!" The people on the top of the city immediately recognized it.
Although many people had never met him face to face, this power immediately made everyone recognize his identity.
In Ren Baqian's eyes, Xi Wanya has a Chinese face, a handsome man of the ancient clan.
However, in the eyes of the people in Tianjing Land, this person is a butcher with a butcher knife in his hand.
"Where is Your Majesty?" Xi Wanya's voice was like thunder, covering the entire northern part of Wucheng across a distance of several miles.
"Qi Zixiao is dead, Dayao is about to die, why don't you hurry back and prepare for the funeral?" Qingyun Jian said loudly.
Now that Qi Zixiao has disappeared, let's disturb the opponent's army first, lead the opponent to attack the city, and kill Xi Wanya and this cavalry outside Wucheng. Without the mad tiger and the cavalry in the Southern Protectorate, it would be much easier to defeat the Southern Protectorate and rush out of the sky.
Once out of the Land of Sky Scenery, Dayao's half of the south will be in chaos, and with the support of the Cloud Kingdom and the Chen Kingdom, it will definitely make those barbarians burn out.
Following his words, the murderous aura on Xi Wanya erupted immediately, like a volcanic eruption. Unsteady standing.
Even the people at the top of the city were secretly shocked.
"Take a quarter of an hour's rest, break the city, slaughter the city, leave no one behind!" Xi Wanya's voice resounded like thunder.
"Kill!" All the riders behind shouted with a murderous aura, and then turned over and got off their mounts to take this time to rest.
"Where is Your Majesty?" Xi Wanya's voice sounded again.
"Besieged and killed such a master as Qi Zixiao, how can there be a corpse left behind, there are no bones left!" Qing Yunjian said.
"Hmph, you scum, waste, can you harm His Majesty? But since you dare to kill Your Majesty, none of you thieves can stay, and the blood of the whole city is the price for these words." Xi Wanya's voice was scornful.
What kind of person is His Majesty, how could he be harmed by these people? He didn't believe Qing Yunjian's words at all.
These people dare to say such things, it is the greatest insult to His Majesty.
Insulting His Majesty with words, die! Massacre the whole city as an example to others, and let everyone see what happens.
Kill them first, and then slowly search for His Majesty's whereabouts.
In addition, Ren Baqian sent a letter saying that all the masters of Tianjing Land were gathered here, and if they were killed, Tianjing Land would no longer have the power to rebel.
As for His Majesty's safety, all the masters in Tianjing Land are here, as long as they are killed, will anyone be able to hurt His Majesty
As a general, Xi Wanya is not the kind of clever man, and as the chief protector of the Southern Protectorate, he is not able to read people's hearts. He has his own set of methods of fighting the enemy and controlling them.
Kill all those who can pose a threat, kill all those who have the ability to rebel, and naturally there will be no more mistakes.
Xi Wanya's words hit the hearts of everyone in the city.
All the masters of Tianjing Land gathered in the city, ten god wheels, five hundred earth wheels, and more than a thousand human wheel masters from various sects.
Facing Xi Wanya, who came from afar, with such strength, they still defended the city, allowing them to bleed under the city.
Both sides have absolute confidence in their own strength, and both have the heart to kill each other.
Two quarters of an hour passed, and before Xi Wanya gave an order, many knights in the rear stood up and gripped their weapons tightly. Everyone was silent, and almost no sound was made except for the clash of weapons.
"Slaughter!" Xi Wanya waved.
"Kill!" Many soldiers roared, grabbing their weapons and rushing towards the city wall.
In addition to the weapons in their hands, everyone also carried a bone spear, which Ren Baqian had never seen before in the northern war.
"cast!"
"Buzz!" More than two thousand people threw bone spears at the same time, making a loud noise.
A large piece of bone spears reflected a bluish-white light in the sun, covering the city like a cloud.
"Boom!" A giant umbrella unfolded in front of the bone spear, and immediately hundreds of bone spears hit the umbrella, turning into countless broken bones.
With a finger in Qingyun's sword hand, the long sword behind his back floated in the air and scattered countless sword lights on a bone spear with a handle.
Dozens of figures soared into the sky, and bright sword lights and sword lights intercepted before the bone spear.
"Stubborn resistance!" Xi Wanya snorted coldly, took the long-handled big knife from the tooth tiger's back, and his body disappeared immediately.
After a few dodges, Xi Wanya jumped up, with a domineering knife light in his hand, as if to split the sky and the earth, and a figure meeting the bone spear suddenly exploded into flesh and blood.
At the same time, there were two other people whose aura soared to the sky, jumped from behind the cavalry and rushed straight to the top of the city.
The three Supreme Heavens of the Southern Protectorate made their move at the same time.
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Wushan, the place where the empress and others disappeared, the air fluctuated, and three people with strange masks appeared there out of thin air, as if squeezed out of the air.
Although they were wearing gas masks and changed their clothes, the people who stayed on Wushan immediately discovered and recognized the identities of several people.
Qi Zixiao, that bastard who can stir up stinky winds when he walks, and that little girl who bit a god wheel to death.