"Shan Yu!" Zi Tie hissed and roared, and tears fell instantly.

"Shan Yu!" All the Gatu soldiers covered their chests with their right hands and bowed their heads, their voices sad and desolate.

Their king is gone. The first warrior of the steppe, who was once the fiercest, is gone, and the wise man who is as vigorous as an eagle is gone. Chakemu's departure made all the soldiers of Gatu lose their pride in an instant, and it was originally the pride of all the grassland children, just as Feng Li was the pride of all the soldiers in Angola Ruz City. That's where their faith is, it's the source of their efforts, it's their pride from the beginning of their faith, because there's him in front of them. However, now this pride is gone.

Maybe what Zha Kemu said, Zitie they also understand. It's just that the pain and despair of the collapse of faith in his heart is definitely not something that Cha Kemu can understand and imagine. The people who believe in kings are themselves, they believe that they can overcome a qiē, and they do not pin their hopes on others. Therefore, Zitie was dazed and miserable, at a loss, and felt that the future was foggy and there was no goal, and Cha Kemu definitely couldn't understand it. If he can understand, he definitely did not make such a suicidal attack, and he would definitely take Zitie and others out of the encirclement, and reserve a hope for Jiatu. However, who can guess what is going to be desired.

It's just that the pride of the king made Zha Kemu unable to let go of that face, the wolf-like fierce, the lion-like mighty Jia was suddenly stabbed by the wind. In his opinion, he has no shame to see his own people, and the best way to face the royal family is to apologize for his sins with death. This is Zarkemu's point of view, if the wind leaves, she will never give up the stormy Angola city of Luz. Even if you die, it is also after knowing that there is a spring tomorrow in the city of Angola.

"Warriors of Gatu. Kill all these Angolan Ruz people! Kill! Kill! Kill! Zi Tie's exclamation quickly responded.

"Kill!" All the Gaturians killed them with red eyes, and it was the king who killed them by the group of people in front of them. It was the group of people in front of them who ruined their families, and it was the group of people in front of them who made them hopeless. Angry, they don't pay attention to any moves, and completely suicidal attacks, only trying to kill Fengli and the Grim Reaper Dark Sword.

They didn't focus on Fengli. Because at this time, there is no marshal of Angola Ruz in their eyes, no death sword, no wind away, no invincible person. They only know how to kill, to kill the enemy in front of them, and to those who stand in our way die. It's such a blind and crazy attack. This kind of desperate attack is the most overwhelming.

Maybe that's what Zhakmu wants! He hoped that his warriors would leave, and if they did not, if he would rather die standing than live secretly, then he must deal a fatal blow to Fengli. Feng Li is already here, Zi Tie must kill Feng Li, this is an incompleteable task. Chakham must raise the fighting enthusiasm of the Gatu warriors to the highest level, and even if they are all destroyed, let Feng Li stay here. can't let Fengli raid his home and country like this, and he can still go home safely, so that Jiatu will not become the laughing stock of the world. Therefore, Cha Kemu hopes that his warriors can be buried here for a long time. They must not be allowed to harm their own people again. It's not that Cha Kemu thinks too much, but Feng Li's methods are too cruel and ruthless, such a massacre. What kind of cold-blooded person can do it? Cha Kemu was afraid that there would be something he couldn't bear to do to his people. So on the one hand, he hoped that Zitie and the others would leave, and he would reserve an analytical hope for Jiatu. On the one hand, I hope that Zitie and the others, who choose to stay, can kill Feng Li.

The wind is far from the lair that can come to Gatu, and there are also people in Gatu who hit the heart of the city of Ruz in Angola. I don't know if it's a white-hot battle now. Will the Angolan city of Ruz be able to withstand the sudden appearance of 200,000 brave and elite soldiers in Gatu? No, Cha Kemu believes that it can't, so the victory still belongs to Jiatu. But the premise is that Feng Li, the spiritual leader of Angola Ruz City, is not there, and Zitie must leave him in the royal court, forever, unable to leave. As long as the wind is dead, Gatu will be victorious!

However, Cha Kemu, who had never fought with Fengli, obviously didn't know the strength of Fengli and the Death Sword, otherwise he would definitely choose to lead Zitie and the others away.

"Grim Reaper, Fight!" The cold and cold voice focused the attention of all the soldiers of the Grim Reaper Dark Sword.

"Fight!" The killing intent is cold, as long as Feng Li is still standing in front, the Death Sword is invincible.

"Fight!" Fengli roared again.

"Fight!" The same reply, this time with the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword in the royal court.

Fortunately, it was Feng Li, and fortunately it was the Death Sword, and they instantly reacted to Zi Tie's attack under Feng Li's command.

"Warriors of the Dark Sword of Death, today we must defeat all the people here, for they are the last living force of Gatu. Without them, Gatu would no longer be able to fight. We, in the Angolan city of Ruz, will have a forever peaceful and forever bright future. ”

"Today, we are fighting until there is only one soldier left, and we will fight until the blood of our whole body is drained, and we will die with these enemies in front of us. Today, we can't go back to our hometown, we can't go back to Angola Ruz, and we won't be able to see your relatives and lovers again, are you afraid? Feng Li's cold voice also revealed sadness. Those brothers who used to be with me, those brothers who have left, I promised to take you home, I'm afraid I can't do it.

Fengli knew how strong the Death Sword was, but the enemy in front of him was more than ten times his own, and the death of Cha Kemu made them crazy and furious, and their combat power was bursting, and Fengli couldn't predict the final outcome. Therefore, she hopes to let the Grim Reaper Dark Sword inspire the strongest combat power with the belief of death, and the will to die is blind to madness. The city of Ruz in Angola is the eternal guardian of the Grim Reaper's sword, and their families and loved ones are the source of their strength.

If you don't give up, you want to win.

If you want to see it, you have to win.

If you want to go home, you can only win.

If you still love, how can you give up?

If you can't let go, if you are unwilling, you can only fight to win. Only after victory can you go back alive, and only when you go back can you calm your heart.

Feng Li hopes that the Grim Reaper Dark Sword will support their hearts with the thoughts they desire most in their hearts and support everyone to break through such a siege.

It's just that Feng Li doesn't know, she is the physical and spiritual source of the Death Dark Sword, so the Death Dark Sword soldier's answer is firm and powerful!

"Don't be afraid, Angola Ruz City will win." Fanatical answer. Whatever the soldiers' hearts desired, they knew only one thing, and that was the victory of the Angolan city of Ruz. Because that is their own protection, and it is the eternal protection in the hearts of all border soldiers and people. Standing in front of them are the gods of Mia, and they can't let the guardianship and inheritance of Angola Ruz be broken. Where faith is, it is invincible!

No matter how many enemies there are in front of you, you can't kill one, I will kill two, two will not work, I will kill three, no matter how many enemies there are, hold the sword in your hand, fight until you die, and never let the enemy in front of you leave a single person.

Crazy and violent in the face of fanatical protection, it is the faith in the heart that supports itself. It's just that Jiatu's heart is disillusioned at the moment, and the Grim Reaper's dark sword is hot-blooded and firm.

Knife, against the long knife. Perhaps the other soldiers of the Angolan city of Ruz will not be able to directly confront the soldiers of Gatu with strength and intensity. The front of the royal court was not really a strong soldier, but they were in a state of rage, and their strength was comparable to that of ordinary people. It's just that the Grim Reaper Dark Sword is not easy? They are all the best elites in Angola Ruz City, coupled with the strict requirements of Fengli, the selfless professors of the Sword Zun Sect like Leshan have trained them to be strong with one enemy and one hundred, and they can also catch the strength of the Jia Tu Mountain in anger.

Of course, they only caught it, and they couldn't attack, but fortunately, they were trained strictly, and at the moment of catching, they unloaded the power of the knife in order to use their flowing body technique, and then took the opportunity to find the attack point and kill the enemy. It's just that after a few times like this, their arms are already sore, they can't hold the knife, and they can't fight against a hundred. This is the inherent advantage of Jiatu, the strength and majesty that cannot be changed, and will not be changed by external forces.

The moment Chakomu fell, Feng Li ordered the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword to form a circle. Such a phalanx is not suitable for breaking through the battle situation, but it is suitable for use in a deep encirclement, and it can preserve its own vitality to the greatest extent. Because such a phalanx can be rotated to support each other, so that the enemy will not attack from behind, and there are few attack surfaces to face alone.

At this time, seeing that the brother who made the sword was exhausted and tired, Fengli gritted his teeth and replaced it with the brother who made the sword. The soldiers of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword can use any weapon, and they can use whatever they catch on the battlefield, and if they have weapons in hand on the battlefield, they will have an extra chance of winning if they are alive. It's just that between life and death, they will choose the weapon they are best at and exert their strongest combat effectiveness.

The sword, which is flexible and light, is certainly not as strong as the brother who makes the sword. So as soon as they went up, they were hit hard, and their strong strength made them either suffer a shoulder injury or vomit blood in their chests when they resisted the mountain axe-like Jiatu knife. But since they wield swords, it means that their body skills are flexible enough, and their swordsmanship is superb enough. When the swords and axes were attached, they learned to move forward instead of retreating, and came to the soldiers, and before they could withdraw their swords and perform a second move, the sword had already slashed through the throats of their enemies and pierced them in the chest. Constantly wounded, constantly advancing, the sword is getting faster and faster, and the body is getting slower and slower. And when the brother who made the sword came up again to replace them, half of the brother who made the sword had already fallen. (To be continued......)