The people around Fengli are accumulating more and more, and the proud Gatu people want to end their inner torment, want to drive away their pain, and want to maintain their hope and pride, all their wishes need Fengli's death to be fulfilled, so they are crazy. In this way, more and more people around Feng Li fell, but none of the people besieging her decreased.

The people around him did not decrease, but Wen Mu couldn't get rid of Zitie's entanglement. Zitie seemed to identify Wen Mu and resolutely refused to let him return to Feng Li's side. The people of Jianzunmen have always been responsible for guarding the Marshal of Angola Ruz City and fulfilling the oath of life. This time, let you feel pain, let you know that God will also make mistakes. Separate the Marshal of Angola Ruz City and the Sword Venerable Guardian, the effect will definitely be two minus one less than one, and Jiatu will definitely earn.

In this way, Wen Mu continued to fight Zitie, and Feng Li continued his never-ending lore, lonely at dusk, and the remnant sun was like blood.

Feng Li understands that Cha Kemu is dead, and all of Gatu's spiritual pillars have collapsed, and the battle will be easier. Of course, they and the Grim Reaper Darksword must withstand the anger and fury of Gatu at the moment when they lost their leader, and when they have vented their unwilling anger in their hearts, they will still see the invincibility of the Grim Reaper's Darksword, and their morale will fade and collapse.

Feng Li was not afraid of their frantic attack, afraid of their silent and calm retreat. In the vast grasslands, if these people are hidden, where can they go to find them? If that were the case, the city of Angolan Ruz would be subjected to never-ending attacks and harassment in Gatu, and the people of the border would never be at peace. Such a crazy siege, Feng Centrifugal had already prepared, and even comforted him. So she didn't panic at all, she was ready to lose her life.

But one by one, the brothers of the Grim Reaper Darksword were injured for themselves. One by one, they fell, and the wind panicked. I'm scared. The fallen eyes of the brothers were quiet and serene, with a relieved relief, and let the wind be pulled fiercely, painfully, in severe pain. Wu Zhengning's eyes were still nostalgic when they left, and the eyes of these brothers of the Death Dark Sword in front of them were too calm, and they didn't give up any attachment, which made Feng Li feel that he had done a heinous thing, which made them want to be relieved in pain. Such a hot-blooded and dashing man. Since there was no nostalgia at the last moment before death, what made them so miserable and what made them so tired? Fengli knows that it is himself.

The Gatu people poured more towards the wind, and the brothers of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword fell more and more, and the wind left the woods. Of course, Wen Mu knew that the situation on Feng Li's side was critical, and in the face of Zi Tie, Wen Mu didn't want to make any reservations, and stabbed his fierce moves into Zi Tie's chest like lightning. It's such an action that I haven't even thought about. concealed all of Zitie's observations and speculations, and let him be tricked. Zitie, who had been looking for an opportunity, saw Wen Mu suddenly rushing towards him fiercely, and his heart flashed, and he slashed at Wen Mu without regard for the safety of his own life.

Wen Mu didn't expect Zi Tie to react so quickly. Now that his posture was old, the knife could not be withdrawn, and he did not want to take it back. Missed the opportunity to attack Purple Iron. What you can do is to twist your body as much as possible to make yourself less injured. The injury is lighter. Feng is away from there and the situation is strict, and he is still waiting to save himself?

Wen Mu's feet didn't move. He leaned forward, turning his body the moment the knife hit his head. The heavy split on the front turned into a shaved back, and despite Wen Mu's repeated movements, a large piece of flesh was still shaved from his shoulder blades. And his sword had already pierced Zi Tie's chest, but Zi Tie was extremely strong, and he wanted to ignore the pain of draining his strength and give Wen Mu another knife. Zitie knew that his time was running out, and if he didn't hurry up, he wouldn't have a chance, so he was doing his best. The pain in his abdomen made him almost diswilled, and he endured a qiē sense, and took out the knife, wanting to use Ravenmu as a backstop.

After Wen Mu turned around, it was a knife with his back to Zi Tie, the attack point was not easy to find, and Zi Tie in pain failed to seize the opportunity. Besides, Wen Mu worked so hard to be able to leave the wind, how to let himself fall!

Wen Mu would not give Zi Tie such a chance, while he turned sideways, he held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and with a twist of his wrist, he crushed Zi Tie's internal organs alive. Zi Tie's face suddenly turned pale, and he fell down spitting blood. It's just that the one who clenched the long knife didn't want to put it down, looking up at the sky, full of sorrow. This is the land I love, and the people I love, and I will never see you again. Will the royal court behind him be withered by the wind and sand, will the soldiers behind him be sent to hell by Fengli, will Jiatu be destroyed by Fengli, and will Jiatu be exterminated? There are so many unwillingness, how did you make my purple iron fall in Changshengtian?

Zi Tie finally set his eyes on Feng Li, who was being besieged, this butcher, this demon. In the border of Gatu, he killed all the way, and the blood flowed like a river, did he want to mutate the Gatu into a hell on earth? What kind of nightmare is it going to bring to Gatu? Is he going to exterminate Gatu?

Looking at Feng Li in the layers and looking at the brothers of Gatu who kept falling, how Zi Tie longed for his brother to leave Feng Li, forever, let this demon leave Gatu forever, let his blood and flesh rot in the land of Gatu, and nourish Gatu. If you can't do it, come on, people!

Zitie's tall body fell heavily in front of the royal court of Jiatu, his eyes looking at the clear blue sky, and the white clouds in the sky chased and frolicked, how beautiful. Wen Mu turned to leave, not looking at Zitie's face that didn't want to close his eyes. He admires warriors, and Zitie is definitely a warrior. At a critical time for the survival of the country, he stepped forward and used his flesh and blood to stop the pace of foreign slaughter. led the clansmen and wanted to kill the foreign invaders, although they did not succeed, but their loyalty was visible.

But Wen Mu will not sympathize with him, he will ruthlessly kill Zi Tie, because Zi Tie is blocking Feng Li's pace. No one can stop the desire of the wind to leave. All the people and things that block the wind and leave the pace, Wen Mu will sweep it for her. Of course, behind Wen Mu was the Grim Reaper Dark Sword.

The people of Gatu were red-eyed and confused, and a pair of eyes just looked at Fengli. The thought in their minds was that it was the person in front of them who killed Shan Yu, killed Zitie, killed their children, and killed their future and hope. They want to kill this person, regardless of his status and martial arts, if one does not work, two people will go up, if two can't do three, if three can't do it, hundreds or thousands.

So the wind left the people who fell beside him, thousands and hundreds, layer upon layer, accumulating higher and higher. Feng Li's expression became colder and colder, his eyes were as heavy as ice, and his hands, which were already unconscious, seemed to be wielding tirelessly, but the same sword was deadly, and Feng Li did not allow himself to do useless work. Don't look at the enemies around you at all, whoever makes a move to yourself will kill whoever is murderous, and whoever is murderous to yourself will kill whoever is murderous, your eyes are like ice, and your heart is like ice.

The people of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword also attacked Fengli here, they wanted to help the marshal, but there were too many Gatu people, and they couldn't attack it. Those who finally attacked fell for Fengli to stop the knife, looking at Fengli who couldn't see the figure, they were anxious, but they couldn't. Fortunately, Wen Mu came.

The sharpness of the sword of the Sword Venerable ruthlessly tore through the encirclement of the abrupt layer. Wen Mu was anxious in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. With such a sea of people drowning in the wind, what is she doing? What about the injury? Yan zhòng or not? I don't know at all. Regardless of his injuries, Wen Mu blasted away the siege of Gatu with the most lethal move, and the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword followed. The Gatu people are so crazy, can the marshal hold up?

The Gatu people are crazy, they are fierce when they fall into madness, but they are not flexible enough, relying on Wen Mu's strength and the invincibility of the Death Sword, they tear in lightly, occupying the passage to attack the wind. Before, it was not that the Grim Reaper Dark Sword could not tear apart the encirclement, but the Gatu people blocked it with a meat shield, and they could rush as much as they killed, and the Grim Reaper Dark Sword could not move forward. Only the shock brought by Wen Mu's incomparable sharpness made Jia Tu stunned, and with just a moment of distraction, Wen Mu and they could keep moving forward.

"Wen Mu, you are outside, and we will fight together inside and outside." The cold and cold sound of the wind came from inside into Wen Mu's ears. Jia Tu could clearly feel the looseness of his attack, and the only possibility was that Wen Mu and them rushed to support him. It's just that these fanatical people in front of him are the last living force of Jiatu, and Feng Li doesn't want to let them go. If they were all left behind, the city of Angola would be safe.

Wen Mu listened, but still didn't stop. Because he was afraid that the net would be broken, and he would desperately let the wind leave his back.

"Wen Mu, no matter what happens, you must destroy the enemy in front of you." Feng Li's voice was inevitably weak. But she had to make it clear to them and do it. If these people in front of them, with the fanaticism of killing the Marshal of Angola Ruz and the resentment of revenge, recruit soldiers to attack the city of Angola Ruz, then their conviction is invincible. Feng Li can't let this happen, even if he dies in battle, he will get these people out of hell.

"Okay." Wen Mu's answer to Fengli has always been supportive. Moreover, Wen Mu knew the reason why Feng Li emphasized it so much: to make Gatu lose his vital power, so that Gatu had no power for revenge at all, and he was not even allowed to generate will. If you don't give these objective conditions for generation and growth, that is, there is no one, and all the Gatu people will be killed.

"Yes." The Reaper's answer was firm and powerful. With everyone so weak, the Grim Reaper's answer to Fengli was still loud. The marshal's wish is their wish, and if the marshal still has demands of them, they cannot die.

At this time, such a harsh request has become a stimulant for the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword, listening to Fengli's voice and request, he suddenly felt that he still had the strength to fight. They wielded their swords and Wen Mu walked forward step by step, approaching the wind. Yes, they also had a wish that the marshal must be kept alive. (To be continued......)