Chapter 908

Dawn, bright, clarion call, drum ring, majestic.

Outside the city of Kyoto, Wang Xiaohe took the microphone with ease: "people in the city, listen, our general has given you a night to think about it. You've already had some knowledgeable practitioners in your team to join our general. Now you still have the last chance."

Just as Wang Xiaohe's voice fell, more than ten people in black were brought up last night, so that the soldiers on the city floor could see clearly.

Whoosh, whoosh!

I don't know where to fly thousands of cold arrows, like North, like South, can't tell the direction.

Leng junao, the leader of the army, was all armed with armor for defense. Only the ten men in black were unarmed. They couldn't protect themselves from the random arrows. They all died under the random arrows!

"If anyone dares to surrender, it will be the same as their fate!"

Can Leng's voice came from the top of the city building. A bright yellow armor made everyone's eyes bright.

"Emperor! Long live the emperor, long live the emperor

On the top of the tower, the man with a golden crown and jade face and a bright yellow armor is no other than the emperor Leng Siyan of Nanlin kingdom!

Leng Siyan's unfathomable eyes, like the deep pool, shot into the distance. After the vanguard, who is the man with a black robe and a silver face?

Supreme Lord! A bully in the world!

No! It can't be so simple. It's impossible for ordinary River and lake overlord to see him use his troops like a God and devise strategies!

Now, the city of Kyoto is under siege on all sides, and Mu Zhiling dares to fight back. It's no accident that they are fighting from north to south.

Countless doubts linger in Leng Siyan's mind. When the assassination plan failed last night, he expected that the other side would use those people to disturb the morale of the army. He could not let the other side's ambition succeed!

I'll fight for you! This is Leng Siyan's last decision!

At present, the morale of the army is in chaos. Only this way can greatly increase the morale. He will never give up the cold family to a hooligan.

Four eyes opposite, one inside the belly edge, one unpredictable.

Leng Siyan's big palm clenched into a fist. Although he was so far away, he could still feel the murderous spirit of the other side's eyes. It seems that the last time he was in a hurry, he really neglected and underestimated his ambition.

"I'm a wild man. I dare to covet the land of Nanlin. I'm really ambitious."

His voice is not big, but Leng junao is suddenly riding a horse head-on, the murderous look in his eyes, so that everyone is scared!

The soldiers of the guard were ready to shoot, but their voice trembled: "he He's going to kill us! "

Looking at Leng junao's leading posture, his evil spirit is overwhelming.

"Shoot the arrow!"

Leng Siyan's face with a gold mask is not wavy, but the other side's exposed Guanyu snow muscle is slightly trembling. He can feel the other side's murderous shot from his bones, and suddenly he has an ominous premonition.

Why does he suddenly have a very familiar feeling, the Supreme Lord, who is he?

As the arrow flies, Leng junao, dressed in black robe, suddenly flies away from the horse's back. He waves his robe sleeve at the critical moment. As if he understood the master's command, the horse turns around

The sleeves of men's robes are filled with wind, and they walk in the air. The sharp arrows and torches are in front of him, just like walking on the ground. In his eyes, there is only a cold thought of wearing gold armor. Lightning comes!