After the city wall was broken, the situation took a turn for the worse. The Nanxia garrison completely collapsed, and the battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
Wai Xiaojun soon realized that the royal city could no longer be defended and it would fall sooner or later.
As the prince of Southern Xia, he sacrificed his life for the country without any regrets. But it would be a real pity for the younger generation of geniuses in Southern Xia to die here before they grew up.
Wai Xiaojun immediately found Nangong Yan and persuaded her earnestly: "Princess, now that Nan Xia is over, I am afraid that the royal city cannot be defended. I am incompetent, and I am ashamed of Nan Xia's heroes and martyrs. I can only sacrifice my life with my body."
Going into trouble."
"But Nan Xia must not stop here. As the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood. Nan Xia must retain its lineage so that it can come back in the future to avenge today's national humiliation and rejuvenate the Nan Xia nation!"
Having said this, Lord Wai Xiao's expression became more solemn than ever before: "The younger generation of geniuses in Nanxia are the hope of Nanxia's future. So please princess, please take your consort and the younger generation of Nanxia's geniuses to evacuate as soon as possible!
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Nangong Yan looked at the destroyed city wall and couldn't help but clenched the sword in her hand. Her body couldn't help trembling, but she finally let go of the sword in her hand.
Seeing Nangong Yan's acquiescence, Lord Wai Xiao immediately turned around and entrusted Prince Nangong solemnly: "Senior Nan Xia, I now have an important task that I want to entrust to you."
"No matter what the outcome of today's battle is, I ask you to escort the princess, the consort, and the young genius of Southern Xia to safely evacuate the royal city!"
Prince Nangong clasped his fist at the foreign lord, and his eyes were filled with vengeful anger: "My lord, please rest assured, I, Prince Nangong, swear that I will conquer Beiyan in the future!"
Wai Xiaojun nodded happily, and then said to Prince Nangong: "By the way, there is one more thing. Tell my grandson, the handsome man, that from today on, he is the head of the Hua family, and he must keep it.
I’m from the Hua family!”
After Wai Xiaojun finished speaking, he turned decisively to face the Northern Yan army. The figure behind him was so sad, like the setting sun, extremely tragic and tragic.
"Master Wai Xiao, take care." Nangong Yan and Prince Nangong both bowed respectfully to Mr. Wai Xiao, then turned around and left, starting to search for Nan Xia's young geniuses on the battlefield.
As for Wai Xiaojun, he summoned several elders from the three major families in the shortest possible time to join forces to resist the Warring States Marshal.
The elders of these three major families all have cultivation levels at the level of King Wu. The highest among them has reached the late stage of Level Two King Wu, which is no less powerful than the generals who govern the country.
But in front of the Warring States Marshal of the seventh level Martial King Realm, they were completely weak and vulnerable.
Whether it is a first-level Martial King or a second-level Martial King, there is absolutely no difference in front of the Warring States Marshal. With just one move, they all fall down.
In the end, several elders of King Wu died tragically at the hands of Marshal of the Warring States Period. Only Lord Wai Xiao was left alone, still resisting tenaciously.
"Don't waste your efforts. The city wall has been broken. The royal city is destined to fall and Nanxia is destined to be destroyed. It's still too late to surrender. As long as you surrender to the Assassination Society and become slaves, you can avoid the fate of destruction." The Warring States Marshal held a thunder halberd and stood straight.
Standing in front of Wai Xiaojun.
At this time, Wai Xiaojun was covered in bruises and blood. The white jade crown on his head was missing, and his hair was disheveled and he looked very embarrassed.
He used his sword to support his crumbling body and replied with a heavy breath: "Stop dreaming, I would rather die in battle than be a slave to the country's subjugation! I, the people of Nanxia, would rather die in a majestic manner than live in humiliation!"
"Nan Xia will never be a slave!" Wai Xiaojun roared hysterically, and instantly burst out with powerful momentum. He gathered all the remaining vitality in his body on the sword in his hand, and then swung his sword towards the Warring States Marshal.
"Seeking death!" A flash of contempt flashed in the eyes of the Warring States Marshal, and then he swung the thunder halberd forward in his hand, releasing a thigh-thick thunder whip, which struck Wai Xiaojun hard.
Bang!
With a loud noise, Wai Xiaojun's body instantly exploded into a large ball of electric sparks, and then flew backwards like a burning meteorite.
The Warring States Marshal rushed forward, and before Wai Xiaojun landed, he pierced Wai Xiaojun's heart with a halberd, nailing him to the city wall.
A large amount of blood gushed out from Wai Xiaojun's mouth and chest, but he held on to the Thunder Halberd tightly.
"Old Mo... I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations. In the end, I still failed to fulfill your entrustment before your death. I failed to defend the royal city and the country of Nanxia... Please forgive me, my old rival, I will do it right away.
Came down to reunite with you..."
After saying these words, Wai Xiaojun raised his head and looked at the Warring States Marshal ferociously, and said word by word: "Beiyan, there is still an assassination meeting, even if I, Hua Wuxie, am a ghost, I will not let you go!"
The Warring States Marshal turned his halberd in his hand and completely crushed Wai Xiaojun's heart.
Wai Xiaojun spit out a large mouthful of blood and minced meat mixture, roared with his last breath: "Nanxia will never be destroyed!"
After saying that, his head hung down, and he died on the spot.
At that moment, a faint light shone in his abdomen, which was obviously an activated self-destruction charm.
"Not good!" The Warring States Marshal's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly let go of his thunder halberd and retreated violently.
As soon as he retreated more than thirty meters, Wai Xiaojun's corpse exploded instantly, transforming into an ever-expanding ball of bright light, overwhelming everything.
Boom——!
Accompanied by a terrifying loud noise that destroyed the world, the ground was instantly crushed downwards and dented. Streets in the neighborhood were torn apart like pieces of paper. Countless houses collapsed in the shock wave, turning into ruins and fragments flying everywhere.
After the bright light expanded to its limit, it immediately dimmed and transformed into a sixty-meter-high dark red mushroom fire cloud, mixed with billowing smoke and rolled into the sky.
Underneath the mushroom fire cloud is a scorch pit with a diameter of more than forty meters.
The Warring States Marshal's thunder halberd flew out from the mushroom fire cloud, crossed a parabola in the sky, and landed on the street more than a hundred meters away.
The Warring States Marshal, covered in black, walked out of the rubble on the ground. Although he was covered in bruises, these injuries were not fatal.
After all, at the moment of the explosion, he escaped from the center of the explosion in time. In addition, he had the body-protecting vitality of the seventh-level Martial King Realm and a body-protecting suit of high-grade Xuan-level treasure armor. It was natural that he could escape the disaster.
"Want to die together with me? It's just a dream!" Marshal Warring States walked up to the thunder halberd, pulled it out from the ground, and then his eyelids jumped sharply.
Because he heard a sudden scream behind him, as if it was caused by something moving across the sky quickly.
The Warring States Marshal hurriedly turned around and looked up, only to see a gryphon swooping down from the sky.
Less than thirty meters away from the ground, a man wearing dark gold armor jumped off the back of the gryphon and landed steadily on the street dozens of meters away, directly stepping on the street to create a diameter of
A two-meter pit.
This man is holding a war gun, wearing purple gold armor, with a purple gold peeping helmet on his head, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and his face is covered with criss-crossing sword marks, full of terrifying killing intent.
Seeing this person who suddenly appeared, Marshal Warring States raised his eyebrows and showed strong interest.
"You are finally here, the strongest man in Southern Xia!"