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In fact, at this time, the emperor and the ancient moon still felt that they could not go to the city of Shura, where there were 100000 soldiers of Shura, each of whom had a deep realm and could not go back.

But no way. At the moment, Linghao's deterrent force has been seen.

According to the nature of this Lord, if you dare to say no, then the end must be the same as that of the Lord of Qingmu.

The Qi can be pumped, the Dragon Qi can be broken up, and the punishment can be used by themselves. These things are impossible in their eyes, so they have become possible in this Lord.

They are, on the contrary, like the ignorant and reckless people in the mountains.

"Ha ha, why are they all released now?" Ling Hao sat down and said with a smile, "in fact, I want you to go with me, not to die. I will save your people along the way and destroy Shura city along the way."

"Oh, master Ling, don't say that. I'll wait for you. That's a hundred thousand Shura soldiers. Besides you dare to say that, who in the world dare?" The Lord of ancient moon smiled bitterly and said: "I'm dissatisfied with you. The reason why the League of ten countries was established is to fight against Xiuluo thief! But you know what? If it wasn't for Mr. Yang to take the lead to intercept the Shura thief, we would have become the dead soul under the sword! "

"Why?" Ling Hao asked.

An empire can't help itself without strength.

For a moment, the Lord of the ancient moon seemed to be a lot older. He bent his body and said slowly, "at the moment of life and death, there are few real officials."

This sentence expresses the aspirations of the nine masters.

Those who were once regarded as the top monks, seeing the disaster, packed up their clothes to stay away from the Empire.

On the contrary, ordinary soldiers are still holding their positions.

They are all flesh and blood.

They are more miserable to be captured than Yang Wuyuan. Yang Wuyuan's identity is at least the head of his family, which is still valuable, so he will not be killed with one knife.

Those ordinary soldiers and generals have no choice but to be killed.

"I am the master of a country. Seeing my people die miserably under the sword of Thura thief, I can do nothing but feel heartache!" The Lord of ancient moon cried like a child with a running nose.

But at this time, no one felt funny.

"They have wives and children at home, old mothers at home, but they died because of me!"

The head of the state of Gu Yue wept and was filled with deep guilt.

Linghao comforted: "in this case, you should go to Shura city to avenge those who died."

"You can see my strength. It's not known who will win with me!"

"Well, please come to Mr. Ling for this trip!" Longsheng, the Lord of the ancient moon Kingdom, said.

The hatred of killing the children and the people has always been the pain of these masters.

Their pride and nobility come from ordinary people. If there is no people, there is no king.

There are 200000 elite generals in the League of ten, but many of them are still scared. Those Shura are so powerful that they seem to have rooted in their hearts.

The army drove straight to the city of Shura.

It took three days, and the army finally came to the city.

The monks of the Ten Kingdoms fought for their country.

How can a family do without a country?

The strength of the practitioners depends on the resources of the sects, and the resources of the sects are rich in the country. If this link continues, the country will always be the first. Without the country, there will be no home.

Therefore, this is a time of prosperity and misfortune.

It is said that in its prime, the evil way coexists here, the demon Buddha is a friend, and the spearhead points to the Shura together.

It is said that it is unfortunate because the war is on the verge of breaking out. At that time, the blood will flow into the river, and no one will be killed or injured.

At this time, there is no evil, no evil way is irreconcilable. The monks of the Ten Kingdoms seem to have twisted a rope. This is a city of unity!

"When Shura killed my wife and my family, I was at odds with the thief."

A middle-aged man shouted angrily.

He was stabbed to death by several Shura soldiers outside the city gate.

He still sticks to stab the body of Shura soldiers with his broken sword.

His movement is very light, because life is about to end, he has no strength to struggle.

We can only express the immortal spirit by breaking the sword in our hands!

Linghao is angry. This man is a human being. He is his colleague!

Now he was killed by an Outland Shura.

"You can go safely, your justice. I'll ask for it for you."

Ling Hao was only a moment ago. He had reached the front of those Shura soldiers. He bent down slowly and brushed the dead's eyes with his hands.

In the moment when the middle-aged man closed his eyes, Ling Hao saw gratitude and nostalgia for the world.

"Another human being, it's ridiculous. Our Shura is the noblest race in the world. Why do you want justice, you bastard?"

The Shura soldiers came round.

Ling Hao didn't want to talk to them at all.

So I didn't say a word.

Because he felt that these dirty things were not worthy of his words.

Kill, enough!

Hold the sword in your hand and go up against the wind.

Only for a moment, the body of the Shura soldiers was broken, and the ground was full of meat.

The scene was extremely brutal.

Some Shura soldiers could not help shaking their feet. This human seemed to be different from others.

He dared to resist.

Even so violent, it's almost as cruel as Shura.