Such a strong desire repelled the exhaustion of the Reaper Legion, and the hand that stabbed at the Jia Tu soldier suddenly became much more flexible. At this moment, the effect of Fengli and Leshan's inhumane training of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword day and night was revealed. In the face of extreme exhaustion and weakness, the Grim Reaper Darksword was still sane and determined, and his eyes did not waver in the slightest. The steps under his feet came out towards the wind, and he ruthlessly swung the sword in his hand at the Gatu people.

The ruthlessness and strength of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword made the Gatu soldiers also feel cold and tired, they were obviously dozens of times more numerous than the Gatu, and they fought repeatedly, although they still had an advantage in numbers at this time, this shrinking ratio was terrifying compared to the soldiers in Angola Ruz City. Zitie died in battle, and the attack of the additional soldiers was not systematic, and they could only blindly rely on their own blood and fight with their lives. This kind of undisciplined and frantic fighting will have an absolute advantage when fighting against people who are inferior to them, and their fanatical madness will make the opponent's heart palpitate.

But they were faced with the Dark Sword of Death, the best soldiers drawn from the city of Ruz in Angola, and the sharp sword that had been refined into steel after the cold-blooded and inhuman training of the Wind Away Mountain. In terms of strength, the Grim Reaper Dark Sword has an absolute advantage. On the battlefield of the battle between Gatu and Angola Ruz City, it was these people who led the men and horses of Angola Ruz City to charge, they were the backbone of Angola Ruz City, and they were the sword that killed the Gatu soldiers on the battlefield. After being polished by Fengli Leshan, they were sharper, so they had no chance of winning against the Turmutes. In terms of will, the additional soldiers are even more incomparable, and Feng Li's torture of them is simply not the one who treats the soldiers of the Grim Reaper Dark Sword as human beings, and survives in such a situation. How can it be defeated by a little difficulty.

The Grim Reaper Dark Sword loses and loses, they are still human. Too much blood has wiped out their goodness. It extinguishes their enthusiasm and obscures their fighting spirit. All that remains is apathy and bitterness. They struggled to get closer to the wind, but the condemnation of their conscience made their feet too heavy to move. They are killing their own kind, killing their own kind, killing humanity. The executors are still human beings, so how can they not suffer?

The advantage of Gatu is that they are too numerous, and compared to the Grim Reaper's Darksword, they have people. When the Grim Reaper's sword is weak, the Assassin will deliver a fatal blow. There are always times when people are in a trance, and this moment is an opportunity to add a sudden attack. The men of the Grim Reaper's Darksword fell. The Grim Reaper's Dark Sword kills too much, and even though they are determined, the blood that flows will pierce their eyes. People say that if you kill too much, you will forget who you are. At this time, the Grim Reaper Darksword really didn't know who he was, who he came here for, and who he fought for. The blood of the enemy made them sick and vomited, and the coldness of the sword in their hands made their hearts lose their temperature, and they stood on the bloody battlefield. At a loss.

Fortunately, they could still see the figure in front of them, Feng Li, their marshal. The marshals of the Angolan city of Ruz, their faith, are ahead of them. It doesn't matter if you don't know what you're doing. It doesn't matter who they are fighting for, where the marshal is is where they should stand. They just walked away from the wind. If there is no wind left, the Grim Reaper Darksword is afraid that they themselves will be lost in the battlefield. He was hacked to death by the enemy. And the people who block them from reaching the wind should die, and all the qiē should disappear. It doesn't matter if they don't know their way back, the marshal's guidance is their direction. Feng Li, that is the god in their hearts, the martial arts are superb, the wisdom is through the sky, and the god who can turn the city of Angola Ruz into danger in any situation. As long as he's there, that's fine. Just follow Him, and you will be right.

The Grim Reaper's Dark Sword marched towards the wind, and the soldiers who stood in their way fell to the ground, all of them spared. Wen Mu stood silently at the front, the sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow, filled with blood and minced flesh, the pungent smell filled his breath, and the splash of blood stained Wen Mu's clothes. Wen Mu's expression did not change in the slightest, he only hoped that he would not be late, and hoped that Feng Li would stand in front of him safe and sound.

The layers of flesh shields were torn apart, and Feng Li stood in front of Wen Mu and the Death Legion, looking at them and smiling. These people really didn't give up on her, what a fool. The casualties that rushed in this way would increase exponentially, and their number was already small, and now the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword was in the innermost part of the encirclement, and it was not easy to rush out again! Perhaps, the time of death has come. Life was supposed to end in this land, and there were too many souls here to shackle their steps.

Looking at his brother in front of him, as well as the countless fallen soldiers around him, Feng Li felt that it was worth it. At this moment, my plan is complete. Shen Yuan's ambush should still be able to give Jia Tu a heavy blow, Lin Jixing, Nie Xiaoyu, they can resist Zha Han, right? Sister Yuxin will understand what she means, she will let Angola Ruz City develop like her village, and let Angola Ruz City be peaceful and prosperous, right? Will she be happy with Luo San, right? There will be no more war in the city of Ruz in Angola!

Feng Li is thinking about everyone's back road, or there is no back road at all. Wen Mu and the Death Legion didn't think about this at all now, all they saw in their eyes was Feng Li, covered in blood, his face pale, supporting his body with his sword on the ground, their eyes were blood-red for a moment.

"Fengli, how are you?" Wen Mu immediately rushed to Feng Li's side, his voice trembling unconsciously. Stretched out her hand to Fengli, but she didn't know how to hold Fengli, Fengli was covered in blood, Wen Mu didn't know where her injuries were, and she didn't know where to put her hands? Is it wounded all over the body, or is it the blood of the enemy? Are they still late?

"Marshal?" The Legion of Death exclaimed. They had never seen Feng Li hurt so badly. In their eyes, the marshal can be as free as the wind with thousands of troops and horses, how can he be so fragile?

Fengli didn't want to worry Wen Mu and the Reaper Legion, but the soldiers fell into madness because of the deaths of Chakemu and Zitie. Feng Li's body was already tired, and in the face of the swarming attacks, no matter how careful she was, she would inevitably be hit. After being hit, her body will drop faster, and the Canadian Assault will be even more crazy when she is stimulated when she is injured. The man in front of him is the marshal of the city of Ruz in Angola, the demon who slaughtered Gatu, how glorious it would be to kill him.

Feng Li didn't have anyone around to help her, and the brothers of the Reaper Legion around her all fell under the madness of Gatu, and Wen Mu and they didn't attack in, so it was natural for Feng Li, who was surrounded by enemies on all sides, to be so weak. She originally wanted to give up, but when she felt Wen Mu coming towards her, she forcibly supported her. Don't fall! If he fell, Wen Mu and the remaining brothers of the Reaper Legion would probably be even crazier than the Warriors, right?

"I'm fine, you really shouldn't come in. Now, I'm afraid we won't be able to kill it. Fengli said with a smile. The man of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword had never seen Feng Li's smile, the pale marshal, his handsome face was full of blood, and his smile at this moment was delicate and beautiful, but it was also hideous and terrifying.

"No, any time the wind should be full of confidence, how can you say it! There is no obstacle that we can't overcome, there is no enemy we can't defeat, what are these people in front of us, we have to go back to the city of Ruz in Angola, where do we still need us? Wen Mu forcibly suppressed his tears. Feng Li can say this, it can only show that she is extremely weak, she must be strong, and she must kill for her. I've scarred her, and I can't lose her anymore! This is the oath of himself and the Sword Venerable.

"Marshal, we escort you home." The eyes of the soldiers of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword were suddenly determined. They didn't know what to do, but protecting the marshal was their last mission at the moment. They were talking about escorting Feng Li home, and naturally they understood that under the heavy meat shield of the assault soldiers, they might not be able to return to the city of Luz in Angola and return home. In their eyes, in the eyes of all the soldiers of Angola Ruz, Angola Ruz is their home.

"Let's go home together." Feng Li could certainly hear what they meant. His own soldiers are so strong, how can he be vulnerable. The person who guards them is himself, how can he let them not return home.

"Okay, let's go home together." Wen Mu and the Grim Reaper Dark Sword man looked at each other and smiled, and replied sonorously. Home, what a warm word. And guarding is an oath from the bottom of my heart. The tired scars all over the body were dispelled away by such pride, and only the firmness of protection remained.

Wen Mu helped Feng Li to stand up, Feng Li made several efforts, adjusted the posture of his body, endured many pains, held Wen Mu's hand, and stood side by side with him. It's best if they can go home, if they can't, then they will die together. As the marshal of the Angolan city of Ruz, she should have died standing up.

The Grim Reaper's Dark Sword fanned out around Feng Li, layered on top of each other, resisting the attacks of the Grim Reaper from all directions. Jia Sudden Kill's eyes were red, and there was only one obsession left in the heart of the Grim Reaper Dark Sword. That is to escort the marshal away, and the only way the marshal can leave is to kill all the Gatu people in front of him. There is already too much blood and human life on their hands, and in hell, I don't know how many Gatu people will come to ask for their lives. So what, it's a big deal to give them their lives back. What is the fear of the people in front of you, aren't they all one dead? Perhaps dying in Gatu is also a relief for the Grim Reaper's Darksword. With this mood, the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword's moves are sharp and free, attacking freely and comfortably, that kind of mentality that transcends life and death, and in the firmness of the will to guard, there is an indescribable detachment.

Wen Mu held Feng Li's hand tightly, stood in front of Feng Li's side, blocked most of the attacks, and rushed out step by step with the Death Legion's fierce moves. Feng Li also stayed quietly behind Wen Mu, she understood that now was not the time to be reckless, and her recklessness would only bring more pressure to Wen Mu and bring more damage to the Reaper Legion. (To be continued......)