Gate of God

"Save 80,000 elites?!"

Shan Ling and Nanyu Wang almost froze at the same time, because they never thought that Fang Zhengzhi would give such an answer.

What is the total strength of the Southern Region?

That is the force of over 400,000.

80,000, and still 80,000 elite, and there are even three thousand silver horn wolf riding in the southern region. Such a loss is equivalent to cutting off a left arm and a right arm on the southern region.

Not to mention that Shan Ling and Nanyu Wang did not agree, even Princess Shanyu could not agree.

"Impossible!" Shan Ling replied almost without even thinking.

Nanyu King's lips also moved slightly, but he swallowed back his words before speaking, and then looked at the mountain and rain publicly around him, with some expression in his eyes.

Of course, Princess Rain also understood the meaning of her father's eyes, but she probably understood the meaning of Fang Zhengzhi's words.

Then she didn't speak.

least……

Now she won't speak for a while.

After Fang Zhengzhi heard Shan Ling's words, he picked up a glass on the table filled with the specialty wine of the South Region and poured a mouthful into his mouth at will.

This bite is a bit big.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't care too much, because he had drunk the wine that Teng Shisheng and others brought with him, but when the mouthful of wine was imported, he had a feeling of wanting to breathe fire.

so spicy!

It's almost the same as the alcohol in the previous life.

With a red face, Fang Zhengzhen also quickly took a piece of meat and stuffed it into the mouth, pressed the remaining spirit in the mouth, and then spit out a long breath.

Ok……

Sure enough, it can't be too pretending.

Nanyu Wang and Shanling saw this scene and looked at each other again.

"Master Fang has a good amount of wine. This wine is a treasure of the South Region. Normally, even this king only dares to drink it in small sips. I did not expect that the amount of wine in Lord Fang is so good?" The words of King Nanyu seem to have nothing to do with the words just now. However, at this time, the purpose is obvious.

Relaxed atmosphere.

Fang Zhengzhi wanted to spray back a sentence, what a fart of wine, but, when it came to his mouth, he still changed the sentence: "Thank you for your praise!"

After the words fell, Fang Zhengzhi finally didn't mean to eat or drink anymore, leaned his body back, and put on a very comfortable posture.

"Si Shi doesn't want to abandon these 80,000 southern territories, should he think of a good way?" Fang Zhengzhi said while looking at Shan Ling.

"Is there any way in this world, that's the business of this world!" Shan Ling's hands tightened again, but his tone still seemed extremely confident and tough.

"It is indeed a matter of the world. The demon of the Holy Mountain City have already set off overnight. I believe that they will be able to reach the back of the Tieqiu Tribe tomorrow at noon. Now, the army in the Southern Region is stuck outside the Han Ape Tribe. I am really curious. What is His Royal Highness's solution?" Fang Zheng nodded a little, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Shan Ling's face changed, and of course he knew the current situation, but, as Fang Zhengzhi said, the self-protection of the Holy Mountain City is now a problem. Where can soldiers be sent to support?

"Fangzheng, don't sell the guts anymore, there is no way to say it!" Although Shan Ling didn't want to admit it, he was really at a loss.

"No way, I said that just now, the only way is to give up the 80,000 elites, give up the Holy Mountain City, and escape the jungle in the southern region, hide for a few days according to the terrain, and wait for the southern army to come, then The picture is coming back again!" Fang Zheng shook his head straight, his face helpless.

"You...... If you want to get to this step, how does this son need to ask you?!" Shan Ling heard this, and his tone was finally angry.

"Yeah, why should His Royal Highness ask me? I have said, giving up 80,000 elite is the only way, oh, yes...Is Shizi thinking that I am kidding? Is it true, His Royal Highness? Do you think that only 80,000 elite can withstand the two-way attack of the Demon Race? Or, the Shizihui naively believes that after the Iron Hill Tribe is broken, the Demon Race will release the remaining elite, and then, in their own Left behind a knife?" Founder spread his hand straight.

"You..." Shan Ling's face changed again.

It became extremely white, because he knew very clearly that what Fang Zhengzheng said was the fact that the Devil Race could never let go of those 80,000 elites, and would not let go of every soldier.

When the surrounding Nanyu maids heard this, all their faces turned extremely pale in an instant, 80,000 Nanyu Warriors, but there were their families in there.

"Pray that the king will save my brother. He is a warrior in the South Region. Since he was five years old, he has made great contributions to the battle of the South Region. Wang Shang, don't give up my brother!"

"His Highness, Shizi, must save the Tieqiu tribe. I... my family is in Tieqiu, Tieqiu, and my 70-year-old father and mother..."

"The king, the prince, the princess, save the warriors who fought against Iron Hill!"

The maids of the South Territories finally knelt down, crawling on the ground one by one, begging and bowing to the king and the sons and sons in their hearts.

The King of South Territories looked at the protagonists of the South Territories below, and his face also changed slightly.

As the master of the Southern Region, how could he not know what the situation is now, 80,000 elite, if really give up that 80,000 elite?

Then he did not have to be the king of the South.

Princess Shanyu's face was also a bit ugly at the moment, but the 80,000 elites were selected by her personally, each of which contributed to the Southern Region.

How can it be abandoned?

"Fang Zhengzhen, do you have any way?" Shan Ling's tone was cold, and the knife in his hand fell slowly, once again resting on the neck of Master Lishu Shangshu.

Lishu Shangshu's body suddenly stiffened.

He looked at Fang Zhengzhen, who was leaning on the chair with a leisurely look. He really hated it. He knew that Fang Zhengzhi was hurting him now, intentionally.

But what can he do?

"Sir Fang, don't you look at the official's face, you should always take a look at the lives of tens of thousands of warriors in the Southern Territory? If you can... Please also... Please help each other!" Li Shu Shangshu gritted his teeth and looked extremely difficult.

"Master Shangshu is so good-minded, he deserves to be a wise man, and a sly and cunning representative, instead of begging me to save you, but begging me to save the southern region. This patience and forgiveness really make me admire this." Fang Zhengzhi heard the courtesy. In Shang Shu's words, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lishu Shangshu's face was black.

He wanted to argue, but he swallowed again as soon as he spoke.

It was not that he was afraid of offending Fang Chengzheng, but that the sound of Fang Zhengzheng had just dropped, and the knife that Shan Ling framed on his neck shuddered obviously.

Obviously...

Shan Ling heard the grudge between Fang Zhengzhi and Li Bu Shang Shu.

Well, it is somewhat ridiculous to threaten Fang Zheng's plan with the Libe Shangshu.

Lishu Shangshu saw this, but he was one of the six Shangshu books, and was criticized by a fourth-ranking official for cursing clever tricks, but he was afraid to argue.

This resentment really made him a little angry.

"Poof!" An old blood spurted on the ground, and Master Lishu still finally fainted, not because he was physically weak, but because he really had no face to keep sober.

Fang Zhengzheng glanced at the Lishu Shangshu with his eyes closed, and then looked at the mountain Ling, who was clenching his teeth next to him, as well as the silent Nanyu Wang and Princess Shanyu, and the prowling Nanyu maids. I thought, and finally spoke.

"Under the current situation, I really have no way, and, I believe that Wang Shang and Shi Zi will not have a way, because this is a dead end. This dead end is not caused by others, but by Shi Zi!" After Fang Zhengzhi finished speaking, he didn't speak anymore, because he knew Shan Ling could understand what he said.

Shan Ling fell silent.

He did understand the meaning of Fang Zhengzheng's words.

Before a quarter of an hour, he had told his grand plan to the King of Southern Territories and Princess Shanyu, and vowed to kill the peace talkers with a knife.

but……

After a quarter of an hour, he had to think carefully about the word "peace talk".

Originally, he felt that Da Xia no longer threatened him, and even put on the table the table of negotiation, but, after listening to Fang Zheng's words, he felt that he had no retreat.

Weird mentality changes.

All changes are just a few simple words.

Could this be the "three inches of unbroken tongue?" recorded in the "Dao Dian" in the Daxia Dynasty, and it would be possible to recover the city without a soldier's death.

Shan Ling has never believed in this kind of thing.

Even now, he is not very willing to believe and accept.

But did he retreat?

If you continue to persevere, 80,000 elites will be destroyed once, which has almost become a fact that you don't need to argue, so he only has peace talks.

Ask Daxia for help, and Daxia to give up the resistance of the cold ape tribe...

For the ridiculous time.

Three days!

Wait!

wrong!

Even if the peace talks are now going on, Da Xia abandons the Han Ape Tribe, then it will take a day from the Han Ape Tribe to the Holy Mountain City, and then from the Holy Mountain City to the Iron Soldier Tribe...

That's too late!

It is simply impossible for more than 300,000 troops to reach the Iron Hill tribe before the Demon Fifty Thousand Demon Soldiers. So, what is the point of peace talks?

"It's too late, it's too late... It will take at least two or three days from the Hanyan Tribe to the Iron Hill Tribe...Fang Zhengzheng, you villain, this world is almost on your side, even if we are in the southern region. Now with your big Xiayan peace, the warriors of the Iron Hill tribe, it is still impossible to survive. You are cheating on this son, and are provoking the relationship between this son and his father and sister. You want to fight in the Southern Territory. Let you take advantage of the fisherman, right? It’s ridiculous that the father and sister actually believed you!"

Shan Ling said at the end, his eyes became extremely cold, and the knife in his hand was even colder.

"Uh!"

The cold light flashed.

A human head flew directly into the air, and then fell to the ground.

The blood in the sky was flying in the air.

The change in this scene was so fast that it was too fast for people to respond at all. The maids of Nanyu stared blankly at the heads that had fallen beside them, all of them rounded their eyes, and gave out a neat exclamation. sound.

"what!"

Nanyu Wang was also somewhat shocked. Although he knew Shanling's character very well, he still didn't expect Shanling to act so decisively.

Princess Rain has seen too much blood, but where is this place?

King Hall!

The Southern Palace!

When will there be so much blood in the palace of the Southern Region?

"Third Brother, you..." Princess Shanyu didn't understand a little bit. He had already seen the turning point just now. Why did it suddenly become like this now?

Of course, if you really want to talk about it, don’t understand.

The most unclear nature is still the Master of the Ritual Department...

He didn't understand why he pretended to be fainted, and he didn't say a word, why would he still get such a result.

at least……

When you cut it, can you say it?

Li Bu Shangshu's eyes finally opened when his head fell to the ground, but the only thing he could see was a dangling knife and blood flowing on the knife.

"Is that my blood?"

This was the last word flashed in the mind of Ryobu Shushu.

Fang Zhengzhi once heard a sentence in his previous life. There are many versions of that sentence. For example, if you don't agree, you can sell cute, if you don't agree, you can drive...

What is this called now?

Do you kill if you don't agree?

"Master Lishang Shangshu, I'm sorry, this time I'm really not ready..." Fang Zhengzhi looked at the Lord Lishang Shangshu on the ground without squinting, and sighed gently.

"Fang Zhengzheng, let's die!" Shan Ling now apparently didn't mean to give Fang Zhengzhi any chance anymore.

In other words, it is he who does what he wants.

There is no purpose, just to vent, to vent his anger by Fangzheng's frustration, but also to express his determination that China will never be able to commit criminal deceit.

Chilling out.

The sound of the knife whispered, it was a huge momentum.

As a son of the Southern Region, Shan Ling's strength is not low, and it can even be said to be very high, and it is a bit scary. Some of it is thanks to his extraordinary talent.

The other part is his hard work. How strong will a person with super talent and hard work be?

Basically you can imagine ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In fact, it is precisely because of Shan Ling's talent is too high, so, in his eyes, his two talented brothers will appear that "mediocre".

The blade wasn't there.

But the chill had already rushed to Fang Zhengzheng in advance, so that a thick layer of frost instantly formed on the thick cane on Fang Zhengzhi's body.

realm……

Late reincarnation!

"What if I said that I could have a way to rush the soldiers to the Iron Hill Tribe before the Demon Race?" Fang Zhengzhi said while holding out his hand, patting the frost on the vine.

Pappa...

With the upright beating, the frost fell to the ground like snow.

The knife finally stopped, only an inch away from the square and straight throat, and a buzzing whisper sounded from the tip of the knife, which was the whisper of death. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: