"Augustine, let's fight. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Motima yelled.

He felt the breath of the same kind from Yang Ming's body, and he knew that Yang Ming was the same kind of person as him.

Same-sex repulsion!

There's no more exciting time to defeat a strong man as the brightest medal on your chest.

The silver spear was shining silver, dazzling, and the tip of the spear was surging with violent, this was a fierce soldier, a fierce soldier who didn't know how many people he had killed.

Fierce soldiers, weapons of killing rage, cursed by the souls of the dead, those who use the fierce soldiers are either controlled and crazy by the spirits within the fierce soldiers, or become a generation of powerful people.

Being able to subdue it and use it for oneself is enough to prove Motima's own strength.

He is a legendary hero of the future, and he has a lot of wonderful clothes.

Now, he has become an obstacle to Yang Ming's progress, he wants to kill Yang Ming, and let Yang Ming sleep forever.

Yang Ming was motionless, countless people were looking at him, all looking up, fear, worry, fear and other emotions converged, I don't know what will happen to White Horse City in the future?

It was he who blocked tens of thousands of griffins with the power of one person, and even blinded one griffin after another when everyone thought they were looking for death.

It was he, with the strength of one person, who took the head of the general in the army of ten thousand, and rekindled the hope of everyone in White Horse City.

Now, there is another speechless mountain in front of me, stepping over, the sea and the sky, unable to cross, and the body is dead.

Modima, who could kill a fourth-order powerhouse, stood in his way, making everyone desperate.

The war seemed to have come to a standstill, and the eyes of countless people were focused on him.

The griffons in the sky are in chaos because of the death of the commander-in-chief heroes, and only a few are still attacking.

At the edge of the city walls, the alchemist warriors continued to fight.

Some of the brave men of the arts did not believe in evil and rushed forward, only to be hacked to death by the almighty knights before they could get close to Motima.

Yang Ming was isolated, and could only fight alone against Modima and a hundred all-round knights.

"Don't make a move, he's my prey." Ever since Motima landed on the city wall, those eyes hadn't taken off Yang Ming's body, and he gave orders to the all-powerful knights behind him, asking them to guard against the soldiers of White Horse City.

Modima is eager for a fair fight, eager to be able to be brilliant, defeat Yang Ming with his own strength, and kill Yang Ming.

"Come, Augustine, let's have a good fight." He strode forward like a meteor, his spear furious.

Close, close, extreme.

Yang Ming, who was standing in place gasping for breath, desperately regaining his strength, could even see the terrifying will on the tip of the gun.

The Murder Soldier is an alternative artifact, much less functional than an artifact, but it is the best weapon on the battlefield.

Kill, kill, kill, every time they kill someone, their strength will increase, and they will become more and more "fierce" madness.

In front of him, Yang Ming was unmoved.

Everyone couldn't help but cover their mouths, and they could already imagine the scene of Yang Ming's tragic death under the spear.

Murderous leaks!

Killing one person is a thief, slaughtering ten thousand is a hero, and slaughtering a million people is a hero.

Yang Ming no longer remembered how many people he had killed and how many pigs and dogs he had slaughtered.

The murderous aura leaked out, shocking the heroes, and several griffins in the sky screamed and fell straight from the sky.

Motima's offensive was stunned.

Yang Ming disappeared in an instant, disappeared without a trace, and no one could find any trace of him.

Suddenly, on the front of Modiama, Yang Ming suddenly appeared.

"Aren't all assassins sinister behind the scenes?" Some people are puzzled and ask, "Why attack from the front?"

"Because the frontal distance is closest, his physical strength has reached the limit."

"Die." That is, with the death dagger in hand, Yang Ming condensed all his strength and luck on this blow, and if he didn't succeed, he would become a benevolent.

With Yang Ming's attack alone, it is difficult to inflict damage on Modima, and the only hope is to trigger the instantaneous death effect of the instantaneous dagger, which will kill with one hit.

The wind is howling and the clouds are gathering.

Bang!

Thunder suddenly appeared, reflecting Yang Ming's hideous and crazy face.

Yang Ming was in pain because his physical strength had already reached its limit.

Yang Ming was in pain, because his body was full of injuries, all left over from the battle with the griffin, and there was no flesh in several places, and he was torn off his body alive by the griffin.

Yang Ming was in pain, because he-

I felt the strength in my body leaving me.

The negative effects of excessive blood loss finally began to take effect, and Yang Ming's own life was already less than ten points, and it was still decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Nine, eight, seven, eight, seven...... When the health value reaches zero, it means that Yang Ming will really die, but the life potion he just drank is slowly exerting its effect, so that Yang Ming will not be able to die for a while.

"Almost, just a little, just stick the dagger into his chest, give me a little more strength, give me a little more time." Yang Ming couldn't help but roar.

Unwilling, unwilling, I am about to succeed, but because of the continuous fighting, the devastated body can no longer withstand this high-intensity battle, and has reached the point of "resistance".

It is a miracle that Yang Ming can stand and rush towards Modiama.

But all of this, as the strength of the whole body fades, will become a thing of the past.

Death was extremely close to Yang Ming.

"Why?" Modima opened his eyes, he recovered from the world of killing intent, he was very puzzled, and finally looked at Yang Ming, who didn't do it himself, but fell to the ground by himself, revealing a faint disappointment.

It's hard to find an opponent in life, and if you haven't been defeated with your own hands, are you going to die?

This is a pity for Motimar.

Looking at Yang Ming, who was missing several pieces of flesh and blood, Modima didn't make any more moves, and walked directly over Yang Ming's "corpse".

You are a respectable opponent.

Motima thought to himself and looked at the soldiers of White Horse City.

The next step is to clear these miscellaneous soldiers, and then let the people of the Star and Moon Kingdom occupy the entire city.

"Augustine." Moore suddenly went berserk.

This guy is actually dead? He still swore that he would hold off the griffons, but in the blink of an eye, he died halfway through?

Moore was ready to take over Yang Ming to fight Modima, but when he just came, he saw Yang Ming fall forever with a faint unwillingness.

Such a good person, such a bloody person, actually died? This had to be a pity for the Empire.

"Motima, I want you dead."

The friendship between men is so simple, they have prostituted together, they have carried guns together, and friendship is born.

Moore also wanted to wait for the war to end and have a drink with Yang Ming in the tavern, respecting his fearlessness and bravery.

But all of this disappeared with Yang Ming's fall.

Moore, who looked like he was all in a huge circle, rushed towards Motima.

It's just that Moore had just rushed up a few steps, and one person blocked his way.

"Death to those who stand in my way." Moore had fallen into a state of rage, and the six relatives did not recognize him.

Rumble!

Moore was embedded in the walls of the city and could not move.

"Lord of the city?" The soldiers exclaimed.

The long-mysterious Lord of White Horse Castle has finally appeared.

It's just that......