Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

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ruins.

city ​​of blood.

a flag.

In the boundless silence, everyone seemed to be witnessing a sacred and unique ritual together.

God, how absurd...

A Chinese Han slave stood alone on the abyss, paying homage to his dead comrades. Behind him was a bruised god, and in the distance were hideous gods, and the city was filled with countless silent people.

Moment of silence?

No, this silence is more like a silent confession!

Gu Changan's voice was low and tired, and he said slowly:

"I used to brag to you when I was young, and one day I will definitely ride on the heads of barbarians. I did it, but it's a pity that you can't accompany me to enjoy the scenery."

He turned around and looked indifferently at the bloody woman on the ground.

"You...you want me to beg for mercy?" Tuoba Tianxia was in so much pain that he spat out his gritted teeth while speaking, and said hoarsely:

"Eastern China is the dirtiest and most inferior nation in the world!"

"Kill all, kill all!

"

The people tried their best to suppress their emotions.

The inexhaustible sword energy of the watchtower condensed into a hammer.

boom!

Gu Changan calmly hit the woman on the back of the head with a hammer.

Plasma exploded, and a hole the size of a fist collapsed in his head.

Tuoba Tianxia was like a loach thrown into an oil pan, twitched violently twice, and let out a strange "ho ho ho" laugh while lying on his stomach.

boom!

Another hammer hit the left cheek.

Bloody eyeballs popped out,

Half of his face and bones were rotten, and his appearance was horrible.

Tuoba Tianxia just smirked, she should have fainted or died from the pain, but she was still conscious, and clearly felt the pain that was so painful that it couldn't be worse.

Not begging for death, not begging for mercy, it was the only bit of pitiful dignity she had left as a king.

The chieftain of all nations was terrified, and his heart was severely traumatized. This scene may be a lingering shadow for the rest of his life.

But apart from the fear, there was also a sense of admiration for the god of heaven.

As the queen with the highest power in the Kingdom of God, she represents the people in a territory of 20 million miles.

She did not lower her haughty head.

She was tortured and still did not succumb to the devil!

"Holy Mary! Holy Mary! Great Virgin Mary!

"

In the silence, the people who are not afraid of death suddenly roared.

There are very few people who respond, and let it go.

Swearing to the death is the duty of a queen, what is there to praise?

You must know that the 20,000 Anxi Army has stood by the city of Kucha above the ruins for more than 60 years without a single surrender.

Julius Caesar and the others looked gloomy, and the older generation of the Tuoba royal family felt like a knife was piercing their hearts.

The sword energy entered the body and could not be saved.

When the Hannu raised the flag just now, there was actually room for the Queen to free herself. The reason for her indifference was not because of indifference or fear of being stigmatized as a kingslayer.

Instead, I want the queen to be punished!

The abyss has been reduced to ruins, and the aura has been reduced by 20%. In such a collapsed situation, a tenacious and unyielding spiritual quality is urgently needed.

The queen has defended the faith of the Kingdom of God!

She threw herself to death and was still the King of Glory!

"Holy Virgin Mary!"

"Holy Virgin Mary!"

Intermittent shouts sounded from the holy city, and gradually many people waved their arms.

Who dares to say that a person in distress is not a hero?

Don't think that you are the only ones in the Central Plains who are tough!

The queen is not ashamed, she has unparalleled bravery and strength!

"All over the world, the people of the Kingdom of God are proud of you." Caesar's voice was like rolling thunder, mighty and mighty.

At the same time, the people of the Three Kingdoms of Liang, Zhao and Shu are also staring at the picture of the sky, including the soldiers on the border.

"When the order to exterminate the Chinese nation was issued, would you think of your own fate?"

"It's not enough for a wild dog to die ten thousand times, why don't you beg for surrender?"

As far as hatred is concerned, cutting the barbarian emperor to pieces is not enough to vent his anger, nor is it enough to make up for the suffering he has endured for decades.

But now they want to see the scene of begging for mercy more than the brutal dog being tortured to death.

After all, an emperor begging for mercy under the eyes of everyone can disintegrate the fighting spirit of many barbarians, thereby reducing the loss of the Central Plains.

Above the watchtower.

The sword energy evolved into an awl.

Gently fell into another wide-open eyeball.

This was unbearably severe pain, but Tuoba Tianxia didn't make a sound.

The power of hatred is inexhaustible, but she was tortured by the enemy in public, this is the only decency left for her!

Thousands of people burst into tears, and even the colonial rebels who had always regarded the queen as a shame were deeply moved.

Since the great changes in the way of heaven, this land has never failed, and it lacks the spirit of death and struggle. Today, a lamp is finally lit!

Maybe the queen can't abuse herself as cruelly as the devil, but she is still shining brightly at this moment!

demon?

Phew, a clown who falls short of his purpose!

Gu Chang'an's blood-robed sleeves gushed out mighty sword energy, leaned over and smiled:

"They are drinking your blood and draining your last use value."

Tuoba Tianxia struggled and squirmed in a square inch, the hole in his skull was constantly oozing blood and bursting, but he was always laughing.

Gu Changan said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"If it weren't for their selfishness, I would have died long ago. How can I judge you in the abyss? Both you and Tuobali will die because of them."

"But they are still staring at you not far away, praying that you will continue to endure the pain."

After speaking, the sword energy swept out.

Tuoba Tianxia's broken fingers twitched, and the accumulated hatred broke out completely.

There used to be countless opportunities to kill Gu Changan, and it was easy to kill the disaster in the cradle, all because of this group of gods who looked on coldly.

All of them!

Occupying the resources of the Kingdom of God, but pushing the Kingdom of God to the end step by step!

"Please... Please, kill me."

boom!

The hoarse voice spread throughout the holy city through the sword energy.

Gu Changan suddenly poked the awl in his hand, piercing her heart, as if it had been nailed into the Shengquan acupoint, and said expressionlessly, "They will come to hell to accompany you soon."

The people in the city seemed to have their bones broken, and they collapsed to the ground one by one.

begging for mercy...

After all, the queen couldn't bear the pain and let the land of glory suffer the humiliation of surrender!

"ah!"

A scream that pierced the eardrums suddenly resounded through the ruins, the light flickered, and the floor tiles shattered at the same time.

Everyone was mourning the Queen's death, and when they looked up, they were heartbroken.

I saw Gu Changan rushing towards the direction of the spiral stairs, like a cavalry chiseling to open the way, the few closest practitioners instantly turned into blood mist, and their heads were pushed away hundreds of feet like a heavy ball .

He stopped suddenly.

Just as there is no warning when the storm starts, it also stops abruptly when it stops.

"Are you afraid?" He looked around at the old monster who was still in shock, and said calmly:

"It's also the city under your feet, and you can also experience the feeling of precarity."

The moment he finished speaking, the sword energy was full of vigor, and a sword could break through ten thousand spells. It brazenly pierced through the defense line of the air machine, and cut a saint with a black face and thick lips into two pieces, like cutting a watermelon.

"enough!

"

Julius Caesar took a step.