People keep falling, some of them are thudging, some of them are of the Grim Reaper's sword. Gatu will also fight to die with the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword. In this way, they kept rotating and falling, and when Feng Li was watching, more than half of the people in the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword had already suffered casualties, and everyone was injured.

Fengli and Wenmu were in the front, although Fengli was not injured, but his hand was sore due to exhaustion. The hand wielding the sword was no longer able to hold the sword in his hand, Feng Li tightened his palm several times before he held the sword firmly, this kind of muscle overwork guide zhì's numbness was not controlled by Feng Li's will at all, she could only try her best to do her best.

Wen Mu obviously also saw the severity of the battle situation clearly, and followed Feng Li closely, I am afraid that he really can't leave alive today. He looked at Feng Li gently and affectionately, no matter what, as long as I am still here, I will not let you get hurt. Even if I die, I will die before you. Fengli will not know how glad I am to have met you, how annoyed I am to bring you into the city of Angola Ruz, how happy I am to be by your side, and how sad I am to be sad. Feng Li, you won't know, I love you, I love you!

Wen Mu's sword was as tight as a continuous drizzle, as swift as a wind, as fierce as a terrifying wave, and he tightly guarded the wind. Feng Li's softening sword momentum made Wen Mu understand that Feng Li's body had reached its limit. No matter how good Fengli is, her body is always a woman, and a woman's body is not as good as a man. So Wen Mu stood in front of Feng Li and took all the attacks for her.

Fengli and Wen Mu were at the forefront, and they used their greatest strength to fight the Gatu people, hoping to relieve a little pressure on their brothers, and at the same time cause pressure and fear to Gatu. At this time, when Feng Li has time to catch his breath again and look at the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword. To his horror, he found that there were few brothers around him.

Look at the purple iron in front of you. Unconsciously forcefully confronted his own soldiers. I have to say that Zitie is really brave. At this time, he had been wounded in many places, and he still sharpened the iron like clay, and the soldiers of the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword were two against him. So you can't predict the bravery of Gatu, maybe before the wind left, there were marshals who thought about doing this, or did it, and attacked Gatu. But everyone was still martial, and the fierce Gatu fought them back. You must know that even if you are wise, you are on the real battlefield. With a fierceness that no one can resist, the enemy will lead the soldiers to kill you. What can you do? Do you want to use the wisdom of heaven to make them retreat? No way. When the enemy has no scruples and screams and kills you with furious and crazy violence, you can only overcome them with strength. Wisdom is inferior, and force prevails over this principle.

The Lord is incompetent, and the soldiers are incompetent. The battlefield depends on momentum, and if the strength is strong, the army will be strong, and if the strength is weak, the army will decline. Besides, you can't win by your own wisdom alone. It's still the soldiers around you. Strength and courage are the king's way to victory. The battlefield is never a one-person battlefield, soldiers and soldiers, and only with generals and soldiers can they really fight.

Perhaps no marshal has done anything like this. There is no marshal who can train a soldier as strong as the Grim Reaper's Sword, so they can only dream or return in vain. The confrontation continued for hundreds of years, and he watched feebly as he and Gatu's soldiers fell outside the gates of the city of Ruz, Angola. Blood stained the shirts red, and blood soaked the earth.

Feng Li looked at the wounded Grim Reaper Dark Sword. After breathing evenly, he shook the sword in his hand, looked at Wen Mu standing in front of him, and Feng Li smiled lightly. She raised her left hand, wanting to touch Wen Mu, thinking that this would disturb him and give the enemy an opportunity, so she slowly withdrew her outstretched hand and clenched it at her side. After taking a deep look at Wen Mu, Feng Li rushed out of behind him and headed straight towards Zitie.

Wen Mu looked at Feng Li who rushed out in a panic, Feng Li's thin figure seemed to penetrate the layers of Jiatu blockade, and it seemed to be surrounded by Jiatu. Wen Mu wanted to catch it, but he didn't catch it, he wanted to keep up, but he was blocked by the Gatu soldiers. Watching Feng Li's figure disappear, thinking about the unknowable danger that Feng Li faced, Wen Mu took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed his worries about Feng Li, and focused on the Gatu soldiers who were besieging him in front of him.

Because of worry, because of anxiety, Jia suddenly saw the swordsmanship that Wen Mu had never shown, it was fierce and ruthless, and it was incomparably fast, and this speed could almost catch up with Feng Li. The Gatu soldiers who were powerless to parry fell to the ground one after another, this is the guardian of the Sword Venerable, strong and crazy, and can give up a qiē in order to protect it, including their lives. The existence of the Gatu people threatens the safety of the Marshal of the Angolan city of Rus, and because of this, the Gatu people killed by the guardians of the Sword Venerable are immeasurable. The people of Gatu hated the Sword Zun almost more than the marshal of the Angolan city of Ruz. However, at this moment, Fengli is the rallying point of hatred for all the Gatu soldiers.

Wen Mu quickly solved the brother who was blocking him with his fierceness, and the Death Sword beside him also disappeared in a hurry. Together with Wen Mu, they used all their strength, regardless of the slashing of the enemy in front of them, and tried their best to walk to Fengli's side. Because of this hurry, the speed of progress was much faster, and they rushed to the side of the wind as quickly as they hoped.

Previously, because there were many people, he couldn't see Zitie there at all, so he let him kill his brother. Now that Zitie appeared in front of Feng Li so clearly, how could Feng Li let Zi Tie continue. As the marshal of the Angolan city of Ruz, it is his duty to protect his soldiers.

Zheng Zheng Zheng ......

"Let's go!" A cold, sonorous voice.

Seeing the two soldiers who were about to die under the Grim Reaper's Dark Sword, Fengli quickened his pace and stretched out his sword to save their lives.

Feng Li's sword picked up the sword that confronted the two of them and Zitie, and the soldiers of the Death Dark Sword showed a happy look when they saw Feng Li's arrival, and then they thought of something, and they were immediately shocked, and the two of them said loudly.

"Marshal, go quickly, this person is strong." How could they let the marshal confront the enemy here and leave in exchange for himself.

"You don't believe me?" Feng Li said coldly. The weak posture of these two people has appeared, and if Feng Li leaves, the two of them will definitely be killed by Zi Tie. Feng Li couldn't let go of his soldiers to die, how could he leave.

The soldier is speechless, it is not a question of believing or not believing. For Feng Li, of course, they are a hundred, ten thousand trust, otherwise they would not have entered the Death Sword, and they would not have entered the mortal journey of Gatu with him. It's just that just as Fengli wants to protect them, they also want to protect Fengli. This is their beloved marshal, the hope of all Angola Ruz City, the hope of Mia, the guardian of everyone, they can't let big mistakes happen because of their two little people, they don't want Fengli to have an accident. The two soldiers held on, and were about to join the battle when another voice was heard.

"You go, I'm here." A warm and mellow voice sounded.

The two of them, who were already overwhelmed by Fengli, saw Wen Mu, the guardian of the Sword Venerable, who appeared beside Fengli, and they were overjoyed, their faces were relieved, and they hurriedly ran away. For Wen Mu, the soldiers' confidence in Cheng Dù is higher than that of Feng Li. Because Jianzun has an oath of protection, even if he gives up his life, he will not let the marshal of Angola Ruz City have an accident.

"My soldiers do not listen to me, but obey you. Wen Mu, do I have to obey your orders? Feng Li looked at Wen Mu, who rushed to his side with an impatient expression, and asked.

Wen Mu panicked at the moment when Feng Li left behind him, now Feng Li has exhausted his strength, although the plus soldiers and the Death Dark Sword have huge casualties, but there are already many of them, and the rest of them are more than the Death Dark Sword. It was too dangerous for Feng Li to go out like this, and when he rushed over, he saw Feng Li directly in front of Zi Tie, and Wen Mu suddenly flew away.

Mobilizing his most exquisite swordsmanship and quickly solving the enemies besieging him, Wen Mu rushed to Fengli's side in shock. Fengli wants to save his own soldiers, but she has always wanted to protect her.

For hundreds of years, countless inheritances have told the people of the Sword Zun Sect that blood can make people brave and confused. It is better for the marshal to live than for him to die! Just watched the brothers around him fall one by one, and most of the marshals chose to leave with the fallen brothers. Because those who have protection will insist on going down, and if the brothers are gone, there will be no motivation to go on.

What Jianzun did was to bring back the desperate and world-weary marshal at this time, and wait for him to recover his spirits, regain his strength, and show new courage to fight against Jiatu.

"Are they worried about you? They want to protect you too! Wen Mu smiled helplessly. As long as you are still around, regardless of your anger and anger, rainy and sunny days, it is good to have you.

"If you don't worry about me, don't worry about you?" Feng Li was rarely speechless at Wen Mu's words.

"They know that as long as I am here, they will not let you get hurt, and I will protect you with my life." Wen Mu's tone was firm, but his eyes were full of tenderness. Feng Li couldn't look at such a Wen Mu, turned around uncomfortably, and swung the sword in his hand at Zi Tie. If you make me deflated, it's up to you to end it. Wen Mu was embarrassed when he saw the wind, and he didn't break it, he couldn't kill Zitie with her, as long as Zitie was not there, there would be no danger without Cha Kemu's plus soldiers.

Zitie fell into a blind battle when Chakemu left, and like all the Gatu soldiers, he used his greatest strength and fierce sword skills to kill his enemies. I don't care who is standing across from me, whether it's the wind or the sand and the blizzard, I'm afraid that if there is no telepathy, the wolf god they worship is there, and they wield knives like that.

Years of battlefield experience, life and death crises, and in the face of Fengli and Wen Mu's attacks, the sense of danger made Zi Tie react instinctively. When he dodged Feng Liwenmu's attack, he found that the battle lasted from noon to dusk, and when there were no more layers of soldiers around him, most of his people fell in front of the Li Wang's court, covered in wounds and dead. (To be continued......)