Sky Prison: Sign To The Prison Suppression Demons At The Beginning Of The Game

Chapter 88 At this moment, I am the patron saint of the dynasty (2)

Li Xinglan can’t remember how many people he killed, from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to night.

He only knows that in front of own, there are no more comrades in arms, only enemies!

Killing had become a natural reaction for him at this moment. Whenever anyone appeared ten meters around him, he didn’t even look at it, and directly struck a sword gangway, letting him die.

At the East City Gate, the corpse had almost completely covered the gate that was dozens of feet high. The Allied Forces of the Six Nations looked at the figure of killing embryos standing in front of the Shishan Mountain, and everyone was terrified and frightened to the extreme.

The withdrawal horn of the Allied Forces of the Six Nations did not sound, but no one dared to rush forward.

They are scared!

At this moment, Li Xinglan looked like a God of War, standing under the gate with a sword lifted up, with a straight spine, disheveled hair, and blood all over his body, but no one knew that it was his own or the Allied Forces of the Six Nations.

Li Xinglan looked up and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Around his body, the wind was violent, cold as a knife.

He took off his body, the already incomplete Dali armor, and he looked straight at the endless crowds of the Six Nations Allied Forces dozens of feet away, fell to the ground with the sword of the gods, and took a step forward.

Wow…!

The Allied Forces of the Six Nations were frightened by his subtle movements. The soldiers in the battlefield lined up in front of them, as if looking at the wild beasts, they continued to crowd in fear.

Li Xinglan raised his bloody left hand, feeling the chill of the cold wind blowing in his hand, finally glanced at the Allied Forces of the Six Nations with a calm expression. To go.

Under the moonlight, a long figure, with its back facing the Allied Forces of the Six Nations, was on the side and foot of the Shishan bloody road.

…

The Great Account of the Chinese Allied Forces of the Six Nations.

“My lord, my lord, that Li Xinglan, retired!”

There are allied generals of the six nations, excited as if they have fought a victories that shook the past and the present, and roared loudly outside the big tent.

Swish!

One after another, he stared neatly and sharply at the general who entered the big tent, and asked in a short breath.

“What you said, but is it true?”

The speaker was the prince who was in the first place, who was looking at the sand table at a loss.

“Really, I’ll see it with my own eyes at the end, it’s true!”

As soon as this remark came out, a group of people in the entire big account showed ecstasy in Qi Qi’s eyes.

Wow…

New Year!

“God helps me too, hahahaha!”

The prince of Haofang Shangguo was ecstatic and exhilarated.

“Quickly, reprimand the three armies to enter the city immediately, lest there will be many dreams in the night and change again!”

A group of generals from the Allied Forces of the Six Nations felt the same and cupped fist to lead their orders.

Happiness comes so suddenly!

After a stick of incense, hundreds of thousands of allied forces of the Six Nations, marching forward together, came to the east gate of the imperial city controlled by them.

Boom boom boom!

The beating of the drums caught the attention of the energetic Hao Fang Shangguo prince. He suddenly raised his head, looked for his reputation, and looked at the Temple of Heaven.

“That is the Martial God of Dali, the Temple of Heaven that worshipped generals and enshrined them, commanded thousands of troops, and desperately resisted my dynasty?”

“The one who beats the drum is really the current Prince Dali?”

Without waiting for the surrounding six-nation allied generals to reply, the prince of Haofang Shangguo pointed out the direction of the Temple of Heaven in disgust, and ordered.

“It’s too noisy, come here, let this king capture this Dali’s current prince alive.”

“By the way, the Huai Duke Li An will also be caught by this king!”

There are many allied generals of the six nations who volunteered to take some of the elite of their troops into the imperial city and headed straight for the Temple of Heaven.

In the imperial city, Li Xinglan carried the Fallen God Sword, and numbly passed through the rows of complete or fragmented Li porcelain piles. His goal was also the Temple of Heaven.

Keng Keng Keng…

The dull and firm stepping sound resounded above the steps made of jade in the Temple of Heaven.

“It’s him, the killing embryo at the East City Gate!”

There were soldiers of the Allied Forces of the Six Nations, seeing Li Xinglan’s figure with a disheveled hair appearing on the steps of the Temple of Heaven, with a chill and shaking voice.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and Li Xinglan was like a purgatory demon at the East City Gate in the daytime, pointed by the sword’s edge, and the bones flew away, suppressing all enemies.

“He seems to be dying. You see, he walks so slowly. After fighting for so long, he must have been exhausted long ago!”

Some people bravely cheer others up, but they shrink back quietly.

“Yes, he must be a strong supporter. I will wait for him and let him have three heads and six arms. In such a situation, it is impossible to escape!”

One person had the rhythm, and more people began to cheer themselves up, and the look in Li Xinglan’s eyes gradually became ferocious.

Killing this person, they will definitely be able to join the ranks, they have endless glory and wealth, waiting for them!

“kill him!”

Someone finally shot, together with a group of people who are also fierce eyes reveal, swarmed up.

Om…!

With a wave of his arm, Li Xinglan violently shot out a few cracked air fist shadows, directly blasting dozens of people on the spot.

He is indeed exhausted, so he can’t waste his energy, and starts to use Spirit Power to use martial arts to deter these ants.

boom!

Dozens of silhouettes killed in the air exploded in the air, turned into blood, and swayed on the body of a group of allied soldiers of the Six Nations below.

Shattering!

The people who saw this scene withdrew several feet back at the same time and looked at Li Xinglan in horror.

Li Xinglan ignored it, and walked firmly to the top of the Temple of Heaven.

At the top of the Temple of Heaven, which was nearly a thousand feet tall, there were countless densely packed corpses, and the prince Li Chun and Huai Wang Li An were surrounded by fewer than fifty people at this time.

All the allied forces of the six nations who saw Li Xinglan set foot on the Temple of Heaven, all gave way, and they did not dare to fight with this slaying embryo.

“Second brother, they are all in town!”

Li An looked at Li Xinglan, who was covered in blood, then looked at the corpses of Feng Shenwei and the guards in the surrounding area, clutching the bleeding wounds on his chest, and said hoarsely.

“Give me the Emperor Banner.”

Li Xinglan said calmly, Li An heard the words and used his last strength to throw the undefeated Dali Huangqi at Li Xinglan.

Li Xinglan took the imperial flag, threw away the supporting golden pillar, directly draped a battle flag more than ten feet long over his shoulders and quickly tied the knot.

“Xiao An, help Li Chun up and beat the drums for him!”

Li An knelt on the ground, and the prince Li Chun, whose expression was frozen and stiff, helped him up. The latter was awakened suddenly and looked around blankly, looking at the corpse of Feng Shenwei, tears streaming down his face.

The sound of war drums resounded through the imperial city again, and Li Xinglan’s eyes were scarlet, his long hair flying, he leaped and stepped on the void, and appeared above the imperial city.

The entire body, the ultimate magic pattern, under its full urging, condensed into a series of dark chains with the thickness of the bowl, which traverses the sky and the earth, covering the sky and the sun.

Kang Dangdang!

Li Xinglan was pulling a chain of pitch-black chains, his arms violently violently, and he roared wildly, dancing wildly in the air.

In an instant, above the imperial city, a vortex of black lines quickly formed, and the wind was surging.

The golden battle flag of the Dali royal family danced with the wind, hunting and hunting, scattered behind Li Xinglan.

“Let the arrow!”

Outside the imperial city, Zhongyihou looked at this scene, tears of old tears.