Qian Shouyi held the horse spear in both hands, screamed and rushed up.

With one hand, Ge Cai slashed it with a heavy knife.

With a spear in hand, the spear rod instantly bent into a bow, almost close to Qian Shouyi's scalp. The sharp blade made Qian Shouyi's hair stand upside down.

This knife, which carried Ge Cai to suppress his anger and sadness for nearly a year, was even more than three points higher than the power of her usual slash.

If Qian Shouyi had not had the carefully crafted horse spear in his hand, this knife alone would have been enough to kill him.

"Go to die!" Another knife!

"Go to death!" Another knife!

Ge Cai held the knife in both hands, and stepped forward, and there was a knife!

Qian Shouyi had no power to fight back at all and was cut back repeatedly. The spear was not broken, but his arms were numb. After connecting more than ten swords of Ge Cai, he was almost unconscious.

He wants to run!

But I know that if I turn around at this moment, I will die faster!

He can only hold on.

He counted on his subordinates to help him and let him breathe a little.

But unfortunately, his subordinates were almost dead, and those who were not dead were either lying on the ground and gasping or being tangled by their opponents.

Another knife.

I can no longer hold the horse spear.

With another knife, the horse spear flew out of his hand.

The sharp sword light flashed again. Looking at the blade coming towards him, Qian Shouyi roared.

Blood bursts out!
Chapter completed!