The wine glass fell to the ground and exploded to pieces.
Guizun's hand is still there in the air, holding a cup.
The whole person was in complete shock, and obviously it was difficult to wake up from the shock for a while.
Half an hour, exactly half an hour.
If Sanqian was not dead but seriously injured at this time, he would understand.
If Han Sanqian was not seriously injured at this time, he was at least half injured, and he could understand it.
However, if everything was normal for Han Sanqian, he would not be able to understand it.
Even more, this is based on the fact that more than half of our own people were killed or injured.
He never believed in killing a city by one person, because it was not because of how many masters there were in this world, but just because of how many idiots created the myth.
But in Moyun Ghost City, under his governance, it is absolutely impossible!
No one person can change everything here by himself. Throughout the ages, the blood of many masters has been sprinkled on the red soil and dyed the red soil of the red soil. This is the most powerful proof.
However, at this time, he heard an answer that he had almost never thought of, let alone considered possible.
"What...what did you say?" Ghost Lord murmured.
Hong Luan also knew that Guizun was almost always an extremely indifferent person, but at this moment he fell into a moment of sluggishness. She did not dare to answer, but she had to answer: "Although there are thousands of people surrounding that guy
, but he just relied on himself and the long sword in his hand to separate our people into two groups."
"At first, Chang Jian's side attacked fiercely, while his side gradually fell into a tight siege. Later, as our people gradually became familiar with each other and stabilized their minds, both sides were suppressed even more severely. Seeing that the situation was settled, suddenly...
…”
"Suddenly, his body shone brightly, like a god descending to earth, and his offensive suddenly increased. His originally stable situation was suddenly thrown into chaos by him, and even..."
"Even what." Ghost Lord looked back.
"We even retreated steadily, and many of his men were beheaded on the spot. The half hour of the fight was not so much fighting him, but rather being unilaterally massacred by him."
massacre!
This is a word that has been unfamiliar for a long time, but it is also an extremely familiar word.
Because, only the people of Moyun Ghost City have always brutally massacred the people passing by, and no one has ever been able to do the same to them.
"Lord, if you don't send some people, I'm afraid our people will not be able to hold on any longer." Although Hong Luan didn't feel comfortable saying this, for the sake of the overall situation, he had to bite the bullet and say it.
"Reinforcement?" Ghost Lord was stunned.
Immediately, he glanced at the broken wine glass on the ground and remained silent.
"You still have an ace... don't you?" Hong Luan whispered.
Although she herself knew that the trump card was Gui Zun's trump card, and it had a greater meaning and effect.
But right now, that guy is so arrogant that he has no choice but to use it.
One minute, two minutes, even five minutes.
The Ghost Lord still didn't speak. Just when Hong Luan couldn't help but want to speak again, suddenly, more than a dozen ghost shadows suddenly fell from the top of the roof.
Afterwards, a dark shadow followed closely.
"I've seen the Lord." That dark figure was the first person to report the situation when three thousand people from Japan and South Korea entered the city.
"Why are you here?" Ghost Lord raised his head and looked at the black shadow.
"Your Majesty, a guest has arrived."
"A guest has arrived?" Ghost Lord was slightly doubtful. When the "guest" in the city was bothering him, why would another guest suddenly appear?
"who?"
"I don't know, but I didn't come in from the south, but from the core of the extreme north." After saying this, he looked back at the dozen black figures behind him.
Those dozen black shadows instantly turned into something like a screen that day, and a figure slowly appeared on it.
