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They are young and vigorous, they are black silk fluttering, and they are in high spirits......

They're at their peak!

A name is an illusion and an entity, and countless old city lords attack Donald at the same time.

Donald's expression was grim, and at this moment, he was waiting for it.

Facing the peak state, the old city lord who broke out the last blow of his life, even he had to take it seriously.

Donald himself was scarred in the old city lord's first white horse passage, and under the continuous progression, the injuries accumulated, making him a little unbearable, and now the old city lord sacrificed to the demon in exchange for peak strength, and had the strength to danger his life.

"Come on, let me see if I die first, or if your power fades first." Donald laughed wildly, stopped slaughtering the alchemy horse bandits, and instead slapped the fiery red horse, wielding a black knife,-for-tat, and did not back down.

Heroes, who are in the attributes of the battle, can greatly improve the strength of the alchemy warriors under their command, so most heroes do not need to fight by themselves, but Donald is an exception, he must take the lead in every battle, forging his unstoppable strength, at the peak, it is a defeat of two powerful heroes by one person, and everyone in the world knows for a while.

In the Kingdom of Xingyue, he has become a great hero praised by everyone, a great hero, and an idol of all peoples.

The fiery red horse neighed, feeling the master's heart, he was boiling.

"Sss From its mouth, a long dragon of scorching flames erupted, and before it could get close, the temperature could scorch the refined iron into a solution.

However, the old horse did not retreat, but rushed in against the scorching flames.

The mane that he had just regrown because of the old city lord's sacrifice was instantly turned to ashes, his body was burned extensively, and his eyes were burned by the flames so hard that he could not see clearly, but he had only one thought.

Rush, rush, rush!

Rush up!

He, like the old city lord, actually only had the power of the final blow left.

All of his life was sacrificed to the king of hell in exchange for the power to return to the top.

The old city lord straddled the old horse's body, he couldn't feel the remaining temperature, his eyes were focused and powerful, and in his eyes, there was only that person, the nightmare of his life.

"Bloody rage!"

"Bloody rage!" Suddenly, as they were approaching, the two of them shouted at the same time, and the basic skills of the high-level warriors were used at the same time, increasing their own attacks.

They forgot about defense, knowing that beyond this blow, defense was useless.

Defense, just distrust of oneself, disrespect for the enemy.

Seeing the old lord's reserve, Donald considered himself an opponent worthy of respect.

While!

"Hiss......"

The first blow, unsurprisingly blocked by Donald.

The spear skills and knife skills of the same grandmaster level make them half a catty.

However, the old city lord took advantage of the white horse's passage, and after a single blow, it disappeared immediately, and then attacked the flame horse.

Countless old city lords, they are both false and real, and when they miss, the old city lord immediately changed his strategy and attacked Donald.

The old city lord knew that in his peak state, he could not be Donald's opponent.

Back then, he teamed up with the lion Tiger and was defeated at his hands, one half disabled, one completely disabled, not to mention the current self.

Although he sacrificed everything in exchange for a brief period of peak power from the hands of the Hell King, he still couldn't defeat Donald.

The key is that Donald has already comprehended the Grandmaster-level sword technique, and he has comprehended it for longer than the old city lord, and has been immersed in this way for many years.

Grandmaster-level people return to their roots, and every move and style of their work is like touching the traces of the Great Dao, and they can always bring unique whimsical ideas, turning passive into active, and they are already a generation of masters.

With the corresponding fighting skills, it can burst out with unique combat power.

The clone of the old city lord has long been unpredictable, which is the real and which is the fake.

After fighting Donald, the old lord immediately changed his goal and attacked Donald's warhorse.

War horses are psychic, and they themselves have the blood of demonic beasts, and they are extremely sensitive to danger.

He actually turned sideways to avoid the vital point when the old city lord's spear stabbed?

Of course, this shot still made him suffer and scream.

The old city lord's brows furrowed slightly, he had already felt the power in his body quietly passing.

"Herod." The old horse under the crotch of the old city lord began to grow old, and he, who was originally strong, was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In everyone's consciousness, they thought that he was about to decline and had no strength, and when he finally threw the old city lord out, he made an unexpected move.

He, actually kneeling on his knees?

He didn't kneel to the sky or the ground, he was arrogant, but at the last moment of his life, he suddenly knelt on the ground?

Is it because you can't support yourself physically?

No, he did it on purpose.

It was evident from how quickly he stood up after he knelt on the ground.

At the moment when he knelt on the ground, the old city lord also "shot" out like a cannonball, and looking at that direction, it was the direction where the fiery red horse had just dodged.

Because of the loss of the blessing of the war horse, the phantom created by the white horse through the gap disappeared.

Donald's eyes froze, and the black knife slashed down.

The old city lord completely forgot everything, his arms were exposed, and all his strength was instilled in this shot.

With a "whoosh", the iron spear was projected by him as a javelin.

"Poof"

A black knife enters the body and cuts through flesh.

"Shhh

The horses neighed and fell with a bang.

The old city lord was exhausted, and his long black hair first turned into white hair, and then fell off one by one, and the wind blew to the ends of the earth......

In his chest, a dark war knife was stuck in it, and his heart had already been pierced.

The old lord did not look back at Donald's warhorse, because he knew that if he was shot, it would definitely not survive.

Lying on the green water and grass, looking up at the endless starry sky, the old city lord's mood drifted into the distance unconsciously.

From the landing of Wow Wow to the battlefield, in this life, there are ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and all kinds of emotions flock to it.

The scenes of life immediately flashed in front of the eyes of the old city lord......

There have been glory, missions, beauties, brothers, successes and failures...... There are too many, but all of them are away from the old city lord.

All things were sacrificed to the king of hell.

This, of course, also includes the memories of the old city lord.

Life is vast and full of unwillingness, but what?

In the end, in front of the eyes of the old city lord, only an old horse with hair falling out and wrinkled skin remained.

"Old man, life is accompanied by you, and I am not lonely." The old city lord smiled innocently like the young boy next door.

The old horse almost crawled to the old city lord's side, pillowed his head on the old city lord's body, and slowly closed his eyes.

In his life, he has only one master.