Chapter 420: One Man, One City, Taifu Hou Vs. The Literary Masters of Seven Countries

"The personal bodyguard of the Zhou royal family?"

Ying Tian frowned slightly, the Death Soldiers were a special type of soldiers trained by the royal nobles. They were instilled with the ideas of loyalty and bravery from an early age and underwent countless cruel trainings just to sacrifice their lives for the royal family at critical moments.

They are not afraid of life or death, nor are they afraid of powerful enemies, they only know how to be loyal to the royal family.

"The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty has indeed reached its end, otherwise the dead soldiers would not have been used."

Yingtian does not believe that dead soldiers can change the situation of the war. The Seven Kingdoms Allied Forces are large in number and powerful. It is nothing more than a dream for the city of the Great Zhou Dynasty to make a comeback with dead soldiers.

In just half a moment, Zhou's army was killed to pieces, and the dead soldiers who rushed out of the city gate fell into a pool of blood one by one.

The city gate slowly closed, but the Seven Nations Allied Forces did not stop there, but continued to launch fierce attacks towards the city gate.

Arrows fell like raindrops on the city wall, exploding into bloody flowers. The city gate was crumbling under the intensive bombardment, as if it would collapse at any time.

However, the soldiers in the King's City of Zhou Dynasty did not give up their resistance. Relying on the cover of the city wall, they continued to shoot arrows and throw boulders at the enemy.

Although their strength was not enough to turn the tide of the war, their courage and determination were awe-inspiring, but this could not change their fate of defeat.

In this battle, more than 2,500 people in the Great Zhou Royal City were wiped out, while the Seven Kingdoms Allied Forces lost a total of 5,000 people due to various external factors.

Just when the Allied Forces of the Seven Nations opened the city gate and wanted to enter and plunder property according to their usual siege experience, they suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet shaking violently.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of a dragon sounded, causing everyone's eardrums to hurt and their hearts to feel as if they were about to jump out.

"We, the Mo family, have a saying that we are not allowed to massacre the city. We can do it for the sake of wealth, but if someone dares to harm the lives of people in the city, then don't blame me for being rude."

Mo Lin and his group appeared in front of the street inside the city gate. They stood there quietly, exuding a powerful aura that made people dare not look directly at them.

Behind them, a black machine dragon floated behind them. It looked somewhat similar to the machine dragon three days ago, except that the dragon in front of them was smaller, only more than ten feet long. The dragon scales made of metal were on the The sun shone with a cold light, and there were two red flames burning in the dragon's eyes, exuding blazing heat.

The soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms had never seen such a terrifying machine beast before, and they all stopped immediately, with expressions of horror on their faces.

"Prince Daliang has an order and the army cannot enter the city!"

"The prince of Qi has an order and the army cannot enter the city!"

"The Crown Prince of Chu has an order and the army is not allowed to enter the city!"

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For a time, the princes of the seven kingdoms sent people to convey the order. The soldiers were not allowed to enter the city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the troops also withdrew to their respective camps.

"Next is the battlefield for the literati." Ci Song, who was standing in the stands, murmured.

Immediately afterwards, the civilized leaders of the seven countries flew above the royal city again and waited quietly.

At this moment, an old man wearing a white gown flew out of the city of the King of Zhou Dynasty. This man had an impression in Song Dynasty. When the Emperor of Zhou hosted a banquet for the talents of the Seven Kingdoms, he was standing next to the young emperor Ji Han.

"Taifu Hou, why are you alone, and where are the others?" The literary giant from South Korea was the first to speak.

Taifu Hou's tone was full of loneliness, and he said: "The old emperor has joined the Palace of the First Master. Sooner or later, the Great Zhou King's City will be attacked by you. Old Man simply dismissed the others. Now in this Great Zhou King's City, only Old Man has the cultivation level." ”

"Really? We heard that an extraordinary talent appeared in the Zhou Dynasty, and he was of the emperor's blood. Where is he now?" Another literary giant asked.

Upon hearing this, a hint of bitterness flashed in Taifu Hou's eyes. He looked up to the sky, took a deep breath, and said: "The Emperor went to a place you can't imagine, looking for the power that can save Dazhou."

Then he looked up at the seven literary giants in the sky, with a mocking smile on his lips, "You loyal people are just rebellious officials and traitors. When the emperor conquered the world, he divided the country into feudal states and established princes. His original intention was to let the countries assist the royal family. , jointly rule the world, but unexpectedly raised tigers to cause trouble, and now you are backlash, it is really ridiculous. "

"Hmph, the Great Zhou Dynasty has been exhausted. I can't wait to obey the laws of heaven. You are just a dying man, but you dare to talk nonsense here." The literary giant from the Yan Kingdom sneered.

"Oh, if that's the case, then let me see how far behind the world's literary giants are compared to those of the past."

After saying that, a purple shadow instantly appeared behind Taifu Hou, and a clear dragon roar sounded, and a purple dragon with a length of hundreds of feet slowly condensed into shape. It hovered above Taifu Hou's head, with dragon scales Shining with purple light, there is a sense of majesty emanating from the dragon's eyes.

"Is this the Dragon Transformation Technique of the Zhou royal family?!"

Seeing the purple dragon behind Taifu Hou, the seven literary giants all showed shocked expressions. Isn't this kind of magic only practiced by the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty? Why would Taifu Hou also use it?

"I have followed the old emperor for thousands of years. Although I have not been blessed by the dragon, I have also acquired a trace of dragon energy from the old emperor. It is also appropriate to learn the method of transforming into a dragon." Taifu Hou said lightly, without any pride or pride in his tone. Proud, as if all this is natural.

"So what? How can you change the overall situation with your own efforts?" The literary giant from Qi sneered.

"Change the overall situation? I have never had such an idea." Taifu Hou shook his head and said: "I just want to let you know that even if the power of the Great Zhou is exhausted, you cannot trample on it easily."

After saying that, he raised his head and let out a long roar, and the purple dragon suddenly let out a thunderous roar, and he merged with the purple dragon and rushed towards the seven literary giants.

When the seven literary giants saw this, they did not hesitate at all. They summoned the saint's shadow one after another to fight with the purple dragon.

Suddenly, dragon roars continued to sound in the sky, and the phantom of the saint and the purple dragon collided with each other, bursting out with bright light, making the sky tremble.

Below, the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms looked up to the sky one after another, their eyes full of fear, and they also retreated for fear of being affected by the battle.

In the sky, the purple dragon and the seven phantoms of saints were fighting inextricably.

"The Taifu is so powerful at this time. No wonder Zhou Dynasty can stand for thousands of years." A literary giant sighed.

"Hmph, so what, if the seven of us join forces, he won't last long." Another literary giant said coldly.

At this moment, the giant purple dragon suddenly let out a thunderous dragon roar. With a flick of its tail, it defeated the saint's shadow of a literary giant. The literary giant suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and turned pale.

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