Chapter 213 Destroy the Three Kingdoms

The captain of the Royal City Self-Defense Force in Gothic is equivalent to that of the Royal City of Qushan Kingdom. Xiong De is the younger brother of the bumblebee who died in the light of Ling Huichen that day. Five years away from the latter. The strength has reached the peak of the mortal level. It is only one step away from the Holy Step.

Xiong De seems to be aggressive, but in fact he is very afraid of Lingbo. However, how can a mortal man be arrogant in the face of a paladin?

Looking at the 55,000 soldiers and horses waiting in front of the city, Ling Wei smiled and asked Ling Bo, "Old General, Ning Feng's troops are almost all there."

Ayanami nodded and said, "Yes. Your Highness. However, there are still three satellite cities near Ningfeng, do you want to..."

Ling Li shook his head and said, "No need. Get rid of these people, and then take Ning Chen's head back to Qushan Imperial Mausoleum to pay tribute to Ling Jianwang. Previously, he had a little predebation for Ling Jian, but everything disappeared with his death. After all, from the perspective of Qushan, although Ling Jian has been in power for less than half a year, he is a rare good king.

"Fight! Revenge for the general!" Xiong De roared, and 55,000 people rushed to the seven people. The shocking shouts of killing made the people in Ningfeng City frightened.

"Firestorm!" Nino smiled slightly and his red lips rose gently, and the blue flame fell from the sky.

"The light of dust!" Master Sophia was not willing to show weakness. The shining Tianmen went down out of thin air, and the light energy like a laser cannon was brewing!

"The light of dust!" Ling Hui stood on the back of the Pegasus standing high in the sky, with her little face looking down at the black troops below and smiling gently. The Tianmen, the size of Sofia, flashed from the sky.

Nino said, Huier hid her strength again.

The energy of the advanced magic of the holy strong man can cause great damage to these soldiers. The stormtroopers running in front fell in rows, but the soldiers behind them still swarmed fearlessly.

For them, Ningfeng, the imperial capital, is a sacred capital, and they would rather die than be trampled on by these invaders.

The flames were on fire, and the soldiers stained with flames shouted in pain and instinctively fell to the ground and rolled back and forth.

"Fight!" The drums thundered, and the horses' hoofs shook the sky. A large number of cavalry took the lead in breaking through the range of fire and rain, raising their horses' hoofs high and stepping on Ling Li and several people.

At the cost of the lives of nearly 10,000 soldiers, the soldiers behind followed the cavalry. For them, the magic of the holy demon is irresistible, and all they can do is to rush forward as much as possible between the magic attacks.

"I'm sorry, little demon. Let you participate in such a battle." Ling Li smiled sorry for the purple-haired demon.

The little demon said, "Helping Ling Wei is what the little demon should do." After saying that, her gentle watery face slightly narrowed her eyes, and her long and beautiful eyelashes blinked gently, and a pool of autumn water immediately became sharp as a knife.

The jade hand poked out, revealing two silver-white strange half-moon machetes! The little demon's figure flashed and rushed into the enemy's cavalry. Ling Wei was deeply afraid that she would lose alone and followed closely.

"Old man, let's kill more people than anyone else." For such a unilateral slaughter, if there is no lottery, Carlyle will only feel boring.

Ayabo knew Carlisle's name and could fight side by side with the legendary strongest sword saint. He only felt very lucky. The old general laughed, as if he had returned to his youthful mentality. OK! I'll compare with you." If I lose, I will call you big brother!

Carlisle shook, and he was about to refute when Ayanami rushed over with a silver gun.

"Interesting old man, I, Carlisle, have lived for nearly 2,000 years. Whether you lose or win, you won't lose!" He showed a helpless smile and rushed in with a long sword.

"Aunt Nino, Sister Sophia. I'll give it to you later." Ling Hui smiled lightly at the two elders standing behind. Biyun took out his long gun and joined the battle in front of him, stopping tens of thousands of soldiers and horses with others and were unable to move forward.

And Nino and Sophia kept chanting spells. One after another natural and light magic was summoned out of the army thrown into the rear.

This is a completely one-sided massacre. Five thousand cavalry could not break through the five-person joint defense line. So that the soldiers behind watched one powerful group attack magic after another and devoured their comrades-in-arms one by one...

Sword, gun and sword shadow! The fire is soaring! Waves of shocks failed to disperse the iron-like defense line of the five holy strongmen until the evening. The bodies of the east gate of Ningfeng City are piled up like mountains. The dark red blood flow converges into a palpitating river...

Ning Chen stood at the head of the city. As the king of this country, he had to face such an embarrassing and humiliating fact. Hundreds of years after the founding of Germany, he became the first subjugated king to break the frontier and the country's capital.

Along the seven holy steps from Qushan Kingdom like gods, Ning Chen's heart was desolate.

"God does not bless our country!" He held a long sword in his hand and wiped it hard on his neck. Martyred in the country!

When the Qushan Kingdom, with the power of seven holy-level strong men, rushed directly to Ning Feng, the imperial capital of Gothic Germany, and successfully destroyed all the official troops, and successfully destroyed the royal family. When the news of killing King Ning Feng came out, the whole continent was shocked.

For a while, Guo Xi and Norisi nobles were in danger. Guo Xiguo, in particular, is a neighboring country with Germany.

When Ling Li took six people to Honglan City, the imperial capital of Guoxi, a civil war to seize power in Gothic countries broke out, and all powerful lords, nobles, and even robbers who occupied the land as kings became kings. No one obeys anyone. The so-called heroes in troubled times, these pretentious guys make the whole brother and Germany miserable.

Some neighboring countries who are eager to move to Germany temporarily hold back their annexation and plan to wait until their internal consumption is finished...

On February 21, Honglan City, Guo Xiguo, where 100,000 soldiers were stationed, still could not resist the thunder of the seven holy strongmen, and the whole army was destroyed. King Guo Yu was captured alive.

With cold lips and cold teeth, the Norisi royal family seemed to see that the end was coming. In order not to let their regime be destroyed by the enemy, the Norisi royal family is ready to sink the boat--

On February 23, the Kingdom of Norisi borrowed a total of five holy-step strongmen from neighboring countries to sit in the imperial capital Sicily at the cost of ceding half of the country.

On February 24, the Kingdom of Norisi bought a total of 50 hearts from the Magic Guild in the name of King Nuo Bing.

On February 25, the Kingdom of Norisi and the Great Empire signed a traitorous treaty and won ten holy strong men! Of course, the jingle of the Norisi royal family's abacus, with a total of 15 strong saints and 50 sub-saints, as long as they successfully swallowed the seven strong men of Qushan Kingdom. There is still a chance to turn over. With this power, it has swept any country in the southern continent. At that time, all land ceded can be passed on to other countries.

February 28. The weather in the southern continent suddenly became abnormal, and a strange snowstorm fell out of the air. The temperature that began to warm up plummeted below zero.

March 1, the Sicilian Plain, where the capital of Sicily is located. Afternoon...

The heavy snow on the 28th did not stop until the early morning, and the Ling Li, who had already arrived in Sicily, changed their way to rest in a small town called Liliga near Sicily.

It was not until morning that the people drank some hot soy milk and ate some cheese in the pub before going on their way. Liliga's drunkards, how can they know that this morning's group of seven strange people are the holy seven people who have dominated the southern continent in the past month. It is these people who will bring the most shame in history to Norixi.

"The old man is still smart and didn't send a large army to block it!" On the Sicilian plain, Ling put his hands on his back. Sharp eyes stopped their dozens of holy steps and the mixed teams of sub-Saints one by one.

Nino glanced at the brothers and sisters who have grown at a demonic rate in the past six months and said, "Because he consciously said that no matter how many troops are sent, they will only die."

Ayanami said, "Your Highness, be careful. The swordsman standing in front of him is so strong!"

Carlyle felt very funny and said, "Brother, how dare you call the sword saint in front of me!" On that day's bet, Lingbo lost in a mess.

Lingbo blushed and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Oh, I can't ask for it!"

These 15 holy leaders and 50 sub-saints can't compete with them except for several powerful powers in the mainland. But unfortunately, the seven people in front of them are just one of the others.

The leading swordsman is the Nofa Empire. Among the nearly 10,000 holy regiments, the strength is in the middle and upper reaches, and he is the centurion of it. It's called Simo! Nine-level swordsman! The other nine people he brought were all his subordinates, ranging from the first level to the seventh level. Today, this mixed force from all countries is also ahead of others.

"Lier, how to allocate these?" Sophia said that she is just a third-level holy demon, and she still needs to be careful in the face of these people.

Ling asked, "Senior Carlisle, how many do you want?"

Carlisle said, "Any amount is fine. All of them are OK.

“......”

Ling Li really wants to say, well, it's all up to you. He laughed and said, "In this case, the pile of sub-saints will be handed over to you."

"Oh, no problem. The swordsman in front of the station also belongs to me..."

"There are still 15 strong saints. Huier, you can choose a few."

Ling Hui smiled and said, "Leave it all to Huier."

“......”

Ling Li smiled and said, "You choose five."

"Little demon, you three. Three of me, too."

"Two aunts, one old general each."

Sofia gave him a blank look and said, your sister called me sister, but you called me aunt. Am I so old? Of course, she is quite satisfied with Ling Li's personnel allocation.

"Guys, have you recognized your goal?"

"Ye�. All right!"

"Oh, let's get started..."