All the spiritual power in Zhao Weiguo's body was gathered in his palms, and the muscles and meridians on his arms all burst out.

He wants to use his life to stop this orb.

"Defend the country!"

Yin Zaishui was flying away with the guqin at this time, ready to fight to the death with that flow method.

"Trust me!"

The corners of Zhao Weiguo's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled contemptuously, his eyes were full of determination.

He is telling Yin Zaishui with his actions that he will definitely be able to withstand this thunderbolt magic ball.

Although Zhao Weiguo knew that if Yin Zaishui helped him resist this magic ball together, maybe while the city gate was guarded, neither of them would die.

But in this way, it gave Liufa and Le Yisu a second chance to attack, and they had to act separately, even if it was in exchange for their lives!

Yin Zaishui frowned, but he didn't hesitate too much, the victory or defeat of the war was in an instant, he rushed forward with the guqin, he had to stop Liufa's second attack!

The lightning orb was getting closer and closer, and the light of thunder and lightning had already attached a layer of purple to the gates of Pujia City.

Even Zhao Weiguo, such a tall person in front of this thunderbolt orb, also looked extraordinarily small.

He joined the army at the age of ten, starting from the simplest miscellaneous soldiers, and then then to the cooking soldiers, and then he was forced to transfer to the battle because of the shortage of soldiers to fight.

That was the first time he had held a long knife, and he was eighteen years old.

After eight years, he finally became a true warrior.

After that, after ten years of war, he killed countless enemies, and changed from a small nobody to today's deputy general Pujia.

He still had room for promotion, but he was attracted by the folk customs and environment of Pujia, and finally rejected the above move and chose to stay in Pujia.

This stay was left for another ten years.

Although his hometown is not Pujia, he has long regarded Pujia as his homeland.

He's not powerful, he's just a small family.

He is not famous, and he is only a drop in the ocean between heaven and earth.

His name is also very ordinary: Patriotic Country. Defend the Motherland.

But it is precisely such an ordinary person who always adheres to his beliefs and guards his homeland.

For the country and the people, die without regrets.

What about home? The grasshopper can compete with the tree, and the praying mantis has to use small strength to stop the huge carriage, let alone him?

He is a human being, a living person, a man of flesh and blood, with a homeland in his heart, and whoever dares to invade his homeland will defend his homeland with his own blood and even his life!

What if no one remembers him after he dies? As long as his hometown, his homeland remains, then he will always exist.

If his hometown is there, he is there. Fearless in life and death!

Ordinary people have the strength of ordinary people. Ordinary life has extraordinary courage.

Zhao Weiguo faced the thunderbolt magic ball with both hands, and the powerful impact force made his body slowly retreat backwards.

The skin on his hands split apart little by little, and the moment the blood was revealed, it evaporated in an instant.

Zhao Weiguo could clearly feel that all the bones in his arm had been shattered, and at this time, he could still block this thunderbolt magic ball to the death, because he was using his spiritual power to support his body.

The body retreated little by little, and the smooth ground was scratched out of two marks at this time.

Zhao Weiguo looked behind him with his residual vision, his body was about to touch the city gate of Pujia, and if he continued like this, he would be broken by this thunder and lightning magic ball along with the city gate.

"Ahh

He supported the earth with one foot, and stepped towards the earth with one foot, and in an instant, Zhao Weiguo's entire body was inserted into the earth, and at this time, he became one with the earth.

"At my level, even if I turn into a corpse, it will be impossible to pass!"

Purple light shone on his cheeks, and the thunder and lightning instantly blinded his eyes, and blood flowed out.

And his palms had all shattered, and ten fingers were broken, leaving only two fingerless palms to support them.

The meridians of his arm were broken, and before the blood appeared, it was evaporated by the high temperature brought by this thunderbolt magic ball.

His eyes were damaged, so he couldn't see anything in front of him, and he was immersed in darkness.

Since he was a child, he wanted to be a soldier fighting for his country, and he also wanted his home to be on the battlefield.

A man was born in heaven and earth, how could he read the book of Jinglun in that three-foot library, and he should wear a three-foot sword, make immortal achievements, and return the body wrapped in horse leather!

He has never married in his life, has no friends, is not a woman, and does not like to drink, the only thing he likes is to drink tea and enjoy the scenery.

The scenery of this city was appreciated by him for 20 years.

The city of the Blossoms, famous for its love. The people of Pujia are seeking the other half of love, but he is the only one who loves the scenery of Pujia.

Drinking tea can make him "drunk".

When I am drunk, I will always say: Everyone in the world has a lover, and my lover is this scene.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yi people are Pujia.

"Tea!"

Zhao Weiguo laughed, although his palms had no fingers, he still held the thunder and lightning magic ball in front of him.

There was no unwillingness or pain in his eyes, and what he saw in his black eyes was the stunning scenery of the pujia.

His mouth opened slightly, not because the pain made him open his mouth, not because he hadn't finished speaking, but because he still wanted to taste the last sip of tea.

The blood stopped, and so did the heart, but his movements never stopped.

He didn't fall, he wasn't smashed into pieces by the lightning orb, he was still holding on to the thunder orb.

Just like Pangu, which separates heaven and earth, his palms support the sky and his feet support the ground, splitting chaos for heaven and earth.

And Zhao Weiguo's heaven and earth is the gate behind him, even if he dies, he has never fallen.

Pangu is a god, opening the heavens and splitting the earth. He is a human being, but he still dares to challenge heaven and earth, and he still dares to challenge death.

Flesh and blood, comparable to gods.

The thunder and lightning magic ball slowly dissipated into the heavens and the earth, but Zhao Weiguo never changed his movements, and the city gate behind him remained the same and never changed.

The city of Pujia was defended by him, and it was completely defended.

Perhaps for the cultivators of the Dacheng Realm, this blow of the flow method was just a flick of the fingers.

But for Zhao Weiguo, it is necessary to use his life's strength, even his life.

Yin dripping a tear in his eyes, he could feel it, the dissipation of the thunder and lightning orb, and also felt Zhao Weiguo's death.

But this is war, no one can save a single person, and no one person can change the whole situation.

Everyone plays their own vital role, maybe the world will not remember Zhao Weiguo, but Yin Zaishui will remember, Pu Jia will remember!

"In this battle, Pujia will win, Qingping will win!"