Under Tang Yu's kite tactics, he frantically slaughtered the Holy Light Crusaders, but on the other side, the battle between the old city lord and Donald showed a negative side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, the old city lord is too old, and his physical strength is the first to be exhausted.

"You're proud enough to fight so far."

"Die." Donald laughed wildly, discarded the spear, and took out a black glittering black knife from the spatial ring.

This black knife is black and deep, and after staring at it for a long time, it seems to be able to suck people's souls into it. This is clearly an unusual knife.

The old city lord's eyes were slightly condensed, and Donald was finally about to show his true skills.

As Donald's old rival, he was defeated at his hands at his peak, so that he was in his golden age and his career was at the peak of his career, and finally came to this small border town to become the city lord.

Enemy for life.

For Donald, don't look at the old city lord's usual weak appearance, in fact, he has been paying attention to him.

The old city lord knew that Donald's real ability was not a master-level spearmanship, but a grandmaster-level sword technique.

As an old city lord who has just comprehended the grandmaster-level spear technique, he knows the strength of the grandmaster realm.

After fighting until now, with the basic spear skills of the grandmaster level, he can suppress Donald in battle, which can be seen to be powerful.

If it is combined with the corresponding fighting spirit and fighting skills and marksmanship, then its power is even more unimaginable.

Because the old city lord only had the last blow left, that is, the physical strength to use the fighting skills at the end, he was endured by the old city lord, waiting for Tang Yu and them to achieve brilliant results, and when the time came, he would also be able to break out the last splendor of his life without a trace of regret, and lay the most solid backing for the final victory.

However, after all, time waits for no one, Donald lost his patience, and the alchemy warriors who originally thought they would win were also deflated at Tang Yu's hands, and if they continue to delay, sooner or later the whole army will be wiped out, and Donald is not ready to play.

The old city lord resisted more and more difficult.

Every attack made the old city lord pant and sweat profusely.

The old city lord collapsed so much that he didn't even have the strength to hold the iron spear tightly, as if he would throw away the iron spear in his palm at any moment.

His face was frighteningly pale, without a trace of blood.

He was on the verge of falling off the pale old horse under his crotch.

He's done his best.

But he still didn't fall, and still insisted on holding the iron gun that accompanied him in his life.

With a gun in hand, there is me in the world.

The old city lord knew that time waited for no one, and he couldn't wait for Tang Yu and them to exterminate the alchemy warriors, and he had to make a decision with Donald.

Otherwise, he might not even have a chance to fight with Donald.

The old city lord instigated the old horse under his crotch to drive a distance from Donaldella, and they met hundreds of meters.

The wind, whistling and blowing, ruffled the old city lord's meticulously combed gray hair.

The wind, whining, made Donald's black hair flutter and he was heroic.

"Why bother?" Donald spoke, his voice hoarse, the audio tape seemed to be destroyed, and when he opened his mouth, he could scare the child into crying.

Seeing the persistence of the old city lord, Donald was in awe.

It's an enemy, but it's an enemy to be respected.

The behavior of the old city lord won Donald's appreciation.

"Why say more?" The old city lord spoke indifferently, and his momentum was rising, climbing to the pinnacle of his life.

The panting old lord suddenly ceased to be weak, and became full of vitality and became more youthful and vigorous.

His hair, for a moment, gave Donald the illusion that he had turned back into black hair.

The old horse under the crotch, feeling the determination of the master, he who was originally weak, also began to be irritable, kicking his hooves and kicking his legs, vigorous and energetic.

He, like the old city lord, has actually been conserving his strength and preparing for the final battle.

Infinite pressure escaped from the old city lord's body, and that momentum could shake mountains and rivers and break the world.

The Old Lord was a powerful hero in his own right, having only been defeated once at the hands of Donald.

He has been through a hundred battles, has been crazy, and has been lonely.

There have been despair, and there have been heroism.

He is a hero, a hero that everyone fears, admires, and desires.

He once guarded the frontiers of the empire, intimidating the small and dissipating the enemy.

There were hundreds of scars on his body, large and small, and there were three of them, which almost killed him, but he still resisted.

Probably, even the Grim Reaper thinks that it's not the time to take him away, right?

He did not give up, let alone fear, and stood on the top of the battlefield again with his crippled body.

He was the old lord, and his name was Mullen, an extremely simple and ordinary name.

But his experience was enough to write one of the most outstanding military books of the Empire.

After the disastrous defeat at the hands of Donald in old age, he came to this frontier desolate land with his wrecked body, guarding this city that had stood here for hundreds of years.

Until now, he has to contribute his remnants for the last hope of the empire.

Burn the last glory of your life!

He did his best for the empire, and he died.

He, in the face of an enemy that he could never defeat, did not retreat a single step.

He is Mullen, who was born ordinary, but destined to be extraordinary.

Some people are lighter than the feathers, and some people are heavier than Mount Tai.

Old city lord, Tarzan also!

"Donald, if you want to catch the princess, get over my corpse." The old city lord was full of rage, his teeth and claws, and an astonishing momentum emanated from his body.

The old city lord finally broke out and burst out with the most exciting, amazing, and last light in his life.

He wants to use this stump to light the light of dawn for the empire.

The war horse under Donald's crotch that seemed to have the blood of the demon of hell "Kick Kick" took three steps back in a row, and the old city lord couldn't withstand the sudden burst of astonishing aura.

From the old city lord's body, he had an urge to worship.

Donald was stunned, his thick legs clamped the fiery red war horse fiercely, and there was also a-for-tat confrontation on his body, and he didn't want to let the momentum escape and fight.

The fiery red war horse felt a little better.

Donald finally got a lot more serious.

"Don, look at it, this is my fame stunt, how much I can learn depends on your chances." Suddenly, the old city lord shouted at Tang Yu, who was still fighting bloodily.

Tang Yu, who was fighting with the Holy Light Crusaders, looked back and saw the appearance of the old city lord, and suddenly looked a little unrecognizable.

Tang Yu knew that the farewell to the old city lord was coming.

"Let me stop them." Philo Hill rode his horse and took Tang Yu's place.

There wasn't much left of the Holy Light Crusade, and she alone could get rid of it.

Philosir knew that the old city would hand over the most proud stunts to Tang Yu.

In the past, the sick old city lord didn't want to pay, but he was really powerless.

In the last battle of his life, he not only had to fight against his strong opponent Donald, but also to teach Tang Yu his proud stunts.

"White Horse Gap." The old city lord snapped, and from his body, a milky white halo appeared behind him.