Their biggest enemy, Feng Li, was also covered in blood, and he couldn't see his original handsome appearance clearly. The Grim Reaper's Dark Sword also suffered heavy casualties, and the originally neat and sharp formation was broken up and turned into a skirmisher team. The slightly larger one was the team behind Wen Mu, who had just gathered a lot of people in order to rush to the side of Feng Li.

He added his own warriors, some fought alone and some fought in groups, adhering to their natural strength and bravery, but the Grim Reaper's legion cooperated too well, and the group battle was called an offensive and defensive mutual assistance. Even the ability of individual soldiers is also absolutely strong, as long as there are no more than five people to besiege the Jiatu, they can cope with any of them, not to mention the cooperation, the Jiatu soldiers fell one by one.

"So you're here!" Zitie said with a sneer, his gaze turned around, and returned to Feng Li. So many Gatu soldiers have fallen, can you exchange the life of the person in front of you? Although he is the marshal of the Angolan city of Ruz, he has so many brothers left, so he is not worth it!

"I've always been there, but you don't see it." Feng Li said coldly.

Zitie was speechless, he was dizzy the moment he saw Shan Yu being killed, his head was congested, and he killed the people around him when he saw them, completely ignoring who the other party was. Fortunately, the direction he rushed over was all the people of the Death Dark Sword, otherwise Zi Tie might have committed suicide with remorse at this moment.

"Feng Li, you will go to hell when you die." Whether it is in front of him or with his eyes closed, his mind is full of the scene of their Jiatu people being slaughtered by Fengli, Zi Tie gritted his teeth when he said this.

"I'm already in hell, and I'm afraid of Yama. Besides, I'm not alone. In hell there are many marshals of our Angolan city of Ruz and your commanders of Gatu, and then they will also be fighting. What am I afraid of. It's you who should be worried, Zitie. Hate me so much now. What should you do if you still meet me in hell? Ignoring the exposure of the blue tendons on Zitie's forehead, Fengli challenged Zitie's limits.

"I'll kill." The answer was that the purple iron long knife was surging like the wind.

Fengli and Wen Mu glanced at each other, Wen Mu nodded, and raised his sword.

The strength of Zi Tie must not be ignored, Feng Li is now exhausted, and he does not want to waste his body with Zi Tie in anger. Wen Mu's long sword roamed through Zitie's powerful power like a dragon piercing the wind, and his agile figure made his figure appear on Zitie's side in all directions, making Zitie's moves begin to be messy.

"The wind is off. You coward, don't dare fight me. Coward, not a man. Zitie roared angrily. His long knife swept across like a storm, slashing at Wen Mu with the power of resentment. The people in Angola Ruz City in front of them, especially Feng Li, are too hateful. Killed so many children and young children in Gatu, not even the baby. It is said that Jiatu is bloodthirsty and crazy, and these indifferent people in front of him are murderous demons. Heartless, ruthless, inhumane. can do such a heart-wrenching and dehumanizing thing. As these leaders, Feng Li should be cut by a thousand knives and live forever in purgatory.

Regarding Zitie's anger, Fengli didn't respond at all. Stepped into Gatu. She knew what she was facing. She is not afraid of the writing of historians and the infamy of later generations, and does she care about a Zitie's abuse?

No matter what moves Zitie makes, he falls into madness. According to your own fighting instincts, you can use your senses and movements to the extreme. A knife down can withstand Wen Mu's speed. Fortunately, the others saw that Zitie and Wen Mu were fighting happily, and they didn't mean to come up and disturb. Wen Mu is less likely to be besieged. The battle between the two was like a sandstorm, flying sand and rocks, and all the plants and trees died. Seeing such a scene, there was more space left for the two of them.

Feng Li looked at Wen Mu's steady body and felt that he would not be in danger, so he turned his sword and killed towards the crowded place. Kill one person in one step, die every step of the way, and die if you meet someone in the same way. Feng Li's precise angle and ruthless technique are vividly exerted here, and the unstoppable momentum truly confirms the title of the demon. Who can kill like her, so murderous and not change. Before the Gatu people fell, people kept swarming in, and it seemed that they would never be able to kill them.

Fengli's sword seems to be getting slower and slower, unable to, Fengli himself is exhausted, and now the crazy royal court guards are stimulated by Cha Kemu, and their combat effectiveness has doubled, Fengli doesn't want his brother to fall too much at the last moment, so he can only share a little more. It's just that the consumption of such a body is too great, and Feng Li's body load can't bear it, so he can only replace the movement of the body with the most exquisite method, and use the most exquisite way to give the enemy a direct and fierce attack, so that the enemy falls, and the number of people attacked is reduced to save his brother.

......Shh

Burst......

Xu is Fengli's leisurely stroll angered the Gatu people, and more and more Gatu people flocked to Fengli, and all kinds of weapons beckoned to Fengli. There are too many enemies, and there are always people and weapons that the wind can't dodge and take into account, and injuries are inevitable. Faced with the black oppressive enemy, Feng Li had no time to check his injuries, so he could only send the sword into the enemy's chest faster and faster.

Feng Li didn't care about his injuries, Wen Mu cared. Although Wen Mu was fighting Zitie, he was still paying attention to Feng Li. Seeing Feng Li being besieged and Feng Li being injured, the sword in Wen Mu's hand was a little faster again. Zitie's knife couldn't find the sword itself at all, Wen Mu unfolded his extreme body technique, and Zitie couldn't grasp Wen Mu's figure at all.

Zi Tie felt the condition of his body, the rough battle during the confusion just now consumed too much body, and the best way at present was to rest and fight again. Just looking at the brothers who were fighting with Fengli and the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword, and watching the soil under his feet become darker and darker, what Zitie wanted to do was to fight until the last drop of blood was gone. The knife slashed at Wen Mu, and the big waves pressed on the top, and Wen Mu must not be allowed to return to the side of the wind.

Zitie and they are fighting with the will to die, and so are the brothers of the Grim Reaper Dark Sword. Around him is a soldier who can't finish killing, and there is no end in sight in front of him, and his heart is going farther and farther in the dark.

The blood stained by those hands, the lives of those powerless innocents, those clear eyes, and the voices of those cries echoed in my mind day and night. But ahead, the thin and slender body of the marshal stood there, with his hands to maintain the future of the city of Angola Ruz, and with his body to withstand attacks for them. In this case, how can they drag their feet? All you can do is to follow, stab the sword in your hand into the enemy's chest, watch the enemy fall, and indifferently watch the sins in your hands add another point. If you say that you will not give up, you will persist until the end of your life, this is the vow. The marshal told them that if they gave up, one day the Gatu people would treat their wives and children and their own people like this. How can the guardians of oneself be trampled underfoot?

It's just that their hearts are not as strong and indifferent as marshals. Perhaps they don't love Angola Ruz as much as the marshal, and they love the border pass so much that they can give up a qiē. They don't have enough love, enough warmth to drive away the darkness in their hearts, they feel cold, they feel dirty, they feel so tired, their bodies are so heavy, they can't go any further, they want to sleep.

The royal court of Gatu was broken, Gatu committed suicide, and the last warrior of Gatu was fighting with himself, such a result was expected by the marshal. It's just that there are still so many plus troops here, so fierce, is it only by destroying you that we can achieve the peaceful and stable tomorrow that the city of Angola Ruz needs as the marshal said? In this way, such a cruel person should not be good in the world!

The Gatu people are determined to burn their last lives and leave the wind away from their lives. The soldiers of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword are fighting with tears in their eyes, too much blood, too much blood of innocent people, so that they are indifferent to life. The heart is not strong enough, cold enough to ignore the weeping and pleading in his mind, so when faced with an enemy ten times his size, the Gatu people do not want to die, and the soldiers of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword are not alive. This journey made their originally tall and tough posture become depressed and desolate in the slaughter. It's just that at this time it is on the battlefield, with hot blood and warm life, and the fierce confrontation posture of the Death Dark Sword has a hot and cold contrast, which makes it look extremely lonely.

People on both sides ignore the confrontation between injuries and lives, and rush forward regardless of it, only seeking to kill and injure the enemy, and only seek a way to end their lives, their own lives, and the lives of the other party. Their own lives are that they are too tired, and the lives of the other party are their responsibility as warriors to kill their opponents.

The warriors gathered in Gatu sighed because of the fallen figure of Chakham, angry because of his fall, how sad it was that the glory and symbol of Gatu were gone. The soldiers of the Reaper Legion looked at Fengli's besieged figure, looked at the Gatu people who kept falling, and were proud in their hearts, their marshal was always invincible, that was their glory and pride.

Yes, the marshal is their pride, and it is also the pride of the city of Angola Ruz, and it is the pride of Mia. Therefore, more and more Grim Reaper Darksword soldiers gathered towards Fengli, using their swords and their bodies to resist Gatu's sword and stop their attack on Fengli. There was no way, the soldiers seemed to have agreed, and they all flocked to Fengli. The blue clothes on Feng Li's body were already jet black, but the blood didn't know who shed a little more.

The Gallopers didn't fall for the evil spirit, and there was no agreement, they were just angry. The Angry Reaper Legion gave Gatu a heart-piercing sword in this way, hating the pain brought to them by the Reaper Legion, and even more hating the wind leaving this little person to extinguish Gatu's hope in his hands. The moment Chakomu fell, they were in despair. It's just that the person who made them desperate is still in front of them, and the person who brought them the source of their pain is still raising his sword against himself, so only by killing him can he not let his heart ache. (To be continued......)