In this way, the soldiers of the country kept rushing upward.

And on the city tower, the killing continued.

Under the leadership of Zhu Feng, these soldiers defending the city repelled wave after wave of attacks.

However, time passed little by little, and the boulders and rolling logs were almost exhausted, but the army of 200,000 people was still surging upwards like dense ants.

The soldiers on the tower of the city are almost exhausted.

Zhu Chengxuan held the sword in his hand, and he was already covered in blood at this time, he didn't really rush up to kill the enemy, Xu Shifeng always took people to protect him.

But the terrible screams that constantly sounded around him, and even the severed hands and feet, and the head rolling down in front of him, frightened him to death.

At this moment, a soldier of the Kingdom saw him and immediately rushed forward with a sword.

"Ah——!h

Zhu Chengxuan held his sword, but he closed his eyes in fright.

And just then, the soldier screamed and fell to the ground.

Zhu Chengxuan opened his eyes and raised his head, only to see Ran Xiaoyu standing in front of him.

She was holding a Pu knife in her hand, and her body was also covered with blood, and she didn't know how many times she had fought and looked back at him: "Palace—are you okay?" ”

Zhu Chengxuan trembled and shook his head.

At this time, another cloud ladder reached the city tower, and while the soldiers defending the city on that side were exhausted, they swarmed up, occupying that place at once, and the people who rushed in front immediately began to fight with the surrounding Yan country soldiers.

And under their cover, the soldiers below rushed upwards in a steady stream.

One of the soldiers of the country rushed up with a flag belonging to the country, and while the people around him were fighting, he planted the flag on the city wall at once.

Suddenly, the flag fluttered in the wind with a sudden sound.

This, although it is only a flag, in war, the flag is definitely not just a piece of cloth, it is a breath, a symbol.

Seeing the flag of the kingdom fluttering on the castle tower, the people around were a little desperate.

They, after all, are only 50,000 people.

However, there are 200,000 troops below, and they don't know how long they will fight.

Just when everyone was a little exhausted and almost about to retreat, a tall figure walked forward.

He held a long sword in his hand, and after several slashes, it was stained with flesh and blood, and the blood dripped down the blade of the sword.

As soon as the soldiers saw him, they immediately rushed over.

However, just as they rushed up, they suddenly waved their long arms, and everyone only saw a flash of silver light in front of them.

Suddenly, there was nothing to be learned.

blood, sprinkled Zhu Feng's face.

However, there was no expression on that resolute face, he was unmoved, and walked all the way up the castle tower and kept slashing.

I don't know how many people fell at his feet.

At first, the soldiers wanted to rush up, but in the end, when they saw him covered in blood and with a long sword like the wind, it was like a god who had come out of hell.

There was no one who dared to rush up again.

And he entered the battle circle in one fell swoop, and the soldiers of those countries couldn't resist it at all, especially Ye Zhen and Xu Shifeng also brought people over, and immediately killed with the soldiers of those countries.

Zhu Feng waved his long sword at the flag.

I saw a silver light flash in the night sky.

The flag snapped and fell, hitting the soldiers on the ladder below, and several soldiers were knocked down.

At this moment, perhaps because of the blood on his face, which also stained his eyes, Zhu Feng looked at everything around him as if he was drowned in a sea of blood.

And the blood turned into flames.

He couldn't hear the sounds around him, he could only hear his own heavy breathing and heartbeat.

The killing intent that was constantly surging in his heart filled his head.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice, which seemed far away, and seemed very close, sounded behind him—

"Your Majesty!"

His eyes were red, and he turned around all of a sudden, and the long sword in his hand struck!