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Yang Hu looked at Zhang Zhenyu's dissipation breath and the straight figure standing, and there were hot tears flowing down his tiger's eyes!

"General! Go!"

Yang Hu said.

The next moment, his eyes were full of ferociousness, and the long sword in his hand swung out, shattering the head of a ghost monk with a sniff!

He was wearing armor and wielding a long sword, like a god of war.

Yang Hu is not a martial artist, he is just a simple Qi Refining Warrior, he is also a great martial artist, he has a strong body and is a good at rushing on the battlefield!

He was slaughtering in the formation of the ghost clan army that Zhang Zhenyu had penetrated.

He stabbed into the mouth of the ghost clan monk, and slammed the ghost clan's head and wiped it out!

Yang Hu is very confident, which is to make the swordsman confident. If the sword is in his hand, nothing can be cut, and no ghosts cannot be killed!

As the current Qingzhou garrison, he has the responsibility and obligation to defend Qingcheng.

I will not let the ghost clan do evil in the city!

This is his persistence.

Lifelong perseverance!

The sword light was long and it was like a waterfall, and one ghost tribe after another was killed!

The ghost clan who died beside him was no less killed than Zhang Zhenyu. Yang Hu was originally a powerful general.

He killed the weak ghost clan!

He also killed the powerful ghost monk!

However, Yang Hu is also a human being, and he will also feel tired.

After killing a ghost monk, Yang Hu staggered, and the small flag behind him had broken a pole, and the remaining two flags were covered with his blood.

When Yang Hu looked at it, there were countless dense army of ghost clans.

The Ghost Clan is bound to win the inner city of Qingcheng!

On the other hand, Qingcheng has never even had reinforcements.

Yang Hu suddenly felt a little sad, and suddenly felt that he was willing to kill the enemy and was powerless to turn the world back.

But he never retreated or feared.

Because, he knew that behind him was the inner city of Qingcheng, and every human family was the people.

He, Yang Hu, defended Qingcheng to death, not for the bullshit court.

Just for the human people behind you.

"Sons, kill!"

Yang Hu roared like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

Behind him, the sound of shouting has become very few.

Yang Hu continued to rush into the enemy without looking back.

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Qingcheng City Tower.

Lu Mangran put on a scholar's white clothes, held a sword around his waist, and looked at the fierce battle below.

Looking at Yang Hu who fought in blood, looking at the young army guards who lost their lives, and looking at the powerful former guards who forced the top powerhouses to retreat with their lives...

Countless emotions rushed towards him like tsunamis and thunders.

It made his eyes turn redder.

Scholars are originally emotional people.

What's more, Lu Mangran pulled out and gritted his teeth. Tears rolled in Lu Mangran's eyes.

Where can the years be peaceful and where can the mountains and rivers be safe?

It’s just someone is carrying the burden and guarding silently!

Unfortunately, Lu Mangran is just a scholar and cannot turn the tide. He is not a martial artist, and he does not have any cultivation level of heaven!

His trembling hands were holding the trembling sword.

There was a loud bang in my head.

He had never faced war directly, but at this moment, when he was in person, he felt his blood boiling and his soul was wailing.

Compared to the walking zombies in the court, here... maybe it is the destination of our men!

It's hateful that he can't change anything without the power of a chicken.

Lu Mangran suddenly felt a little confused.

He thought of the news from the emperor in the capital, asking him to sign a treaty to give Qingzhou, which was protected by so many soldiers and so many human men, to the ghost clan.

How ridiculous and ironic.

The human race is not weak!

However, such an imperial court makes the clan weaker!

Lu Mengran did not retreat.

He was still standing on the city tower, his white clothes were as good as snow, like a lamp in the dark night.

With him, the human soldiers fighting below felt like they had a magic needle in their hearts, no longer despair and sorrow, because Mr. Lu was fighting with them.

Swallowing!

A ghost monk broke through the defense line and rushed towards the inner city wall!

They were ghostly and climbed up the city wall, and their eyes were filled with excitement!

"kill!"

Up the city tower.

Lu Mengran was no longer confused. He held the sword and slashed it violently, slashing down a ghost clan monk.

The soldiers guarding the city also waved their weapons to knock the ghost clan monks to fly.

Yang Hu was covered in blood, and the flag behind him had completely broken.

He waved his long sword and killed Zhang Zhenyu's body.

He carried Zhang Zhenyu's body back to the inner city of Qingcheng. Yang Hu blood and tears rolled, putting Zhang Zhenyu's body and the bodies of many human soldiers at the foot of the city wall.

Then, Yang Hu rushed out of the city, turned his head and roared, and asked the soldiers to close the city gate.

"Defend the city!!!"

Yang Hu's voice broke.

His burly body held the still sharp sword, looked at the closed city gate, raised his head and laughed, cursed "his grandma's", and continued to rush towards the ghost army.

Lu Mengran stood among the female walls of the city walls with a sword, looking down, looking at the bodies of human soldiers, dragged away by the ghosts, and was eaten with flesh and blood. His heart was filled with sadness and anger.

His hand holding the sword was trembling.

If you have the will to kill the enemy, you will be powerless to turn the world back.

Hate!

Who can understand his cultivation level with him!

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The news of the ghost clan attacking Qingcheng was instantly uploaded in the Daqing Palace newspaper.

On the earth of human race, everyone was angry and scolded Lian Tian.

The attack of the ghost clan was beyond imagination. No one had ever expected that the Qingzhou Conference had just ended, and the ghost clan launched the war to occupy Qingzhou.

Many human warriors who rushed to help have not arrived yet.

Today, Qingcheng is in turmoil.

Yunlu Academy.

A tranquility and peace.

In the pavilion, the parrot was loudly broadcasting the contents of the Daqing Palace newspaper.

The sound stirred between the mountains.

Even the people who focused on climbing the stone path and analyzing the martial arts monument were silent.
To be continued...