Seeing Li Wei go, Xu Jie's fists were tightly gathered up, and blue veins rose up on the thick fists. He was Li Wei's good brother, so he naturally understood Li Wei's idea of ​​not wanting to abandon his companions. But it was precisely because he was a good brother that Xu Jie could not let Li Wei's impulse. They were not the kind of people who could achieve success in their hearts and bones while chatting and laughing. Even though they were all superpowers with powerful strength, their essence was still passionate ordinary people!

Looking at the blood that kept splashing on the battlefield, Xu Jie wanted to use his body to block the knife for his companions, but he couldn't, because he still had his own promise. Just before leaving, Lao Xia had quietly talked to him. Lao Xia lamented that time passed too quickly, and the two rookies who joined the team had grown into towering trees.

For some reason, Lao Xia always had an ominous premonition. Xu Jie was stupid and didn't know how to comfort this man. He could only be a quiet listener. Finally, Lao Xia told him to help Li Wei complete the task. No matter how many people die, he must achieve the final victory. Lao Xia's age made him think about problems, it would not be as simple as Li Wei and others. This has nothing to do with IQ, but it is determined by a man's experience. Li Wei saw defending the country, but Lao Xia saw the backbone of the nation!

Their motherland declined in war and also rose in war. The Chinese nation loves peace, but it is also not afraid of war. Lao Xia wants to fight for the blood of Chinese psychics. He wants all psychics from all countries to see that the Chinese nation is invincible and inconquering. Even if he died in battle today, as long as one psychic survives, the legend of psychics in the logistics warehouse will eventually spread. There are thousands of such psychics in China with such psychics! They are ready to shed the last drop of blood for their country at any time!

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, strength does not come from the praise of others, but depends on oneself to fight!

What's more, from the perspective of selfishness, the logistics warehouse at this time is no longer the logistics warehouse in Lao Xia's memory. Since he chose to support Wu Wenzheng when he was standing in a team, he must be prepared to be hidden after returning home. Lao Xia seems easy-going, but in fact he is an extremely strong and proud person in his heart. If he can't continue fighting, then he would rather die!

Instead of hiding like a turtle and living for thousands of years, it is better to be a brilliant firework. Although it is short, it ends in splendor!

Xu Jie remembered Lao Xia’s instructions, and his eyes gradually showed crystal tears. Although he was stupid, he understood what Lao Xia said. If he wanted to succeed, there would be no sacrifice. Even if he sacrificed his companions and comrades-in-arms, he would make everything worthwhile!

At this time, the battle between the two sides was coming to an end. The corpses were almost filling the battle space, looking like the dazzling stars in the quiet night sky. But the more this happened, the sound of the sound of gold and iron in the game became more and more harsh, and the Mars that exploded from time to time made such a battle more intense!

Finally, the sound of gold and iron stopped, and Lao Xia's figure gradually appeared. A knife edge like a baby's mouth slashed diagonally from his forehead, cutting the bridge of his nose directly, and the eyeball was also split into two halves. For a moment, blood mixed with the liquid in the eyeballs and flowed everywhere on his face.

But at this moment, he was still pinching agility that could not be struggling in his hand. The one-eyed eye was staring at the Sakamoto who had just shown his body on the other side. At this time, there were only three people left in the battle between the two agility teams. The battle was really too tragic. Lao Xia and the others were good, even though the number of enemies exceeded that of them. These temporary agility specialties still cleaned the opponent's people!

Sakamoto was not very injured. The knife wound on his body was deep and bones were visible. Even the skin around the wound showed a strange grayish whiteness, which was a sign that the blood around the wound was about to dry out. Even at the end of his strength, the man was still stubbornly straightening his waist. His red eyes were flashing with a pissing light. He did not resent Lao Xia. He was born in a samurai family and had long integrated the battle and the hunger for honor into his soul. A wonderful battle requires a strong opponent. Even if he died here, he would have no regrets!

To Sakamoto, Lao Xia is like a confidant who is holding a pen, drawing a stunning painting together, and their bodies, their blood, their lives, and their fighting spirit are that this painting is brush and ink and soul!

Old Xia turned around slightly and saw that only Xu Jie and others were standing there at this time, but Li Wei's figure was gone. He couldn't help but smile gradually. Then his subordinates used their strength to penetrate the agile heart from behind!

The agility and specialty opened his eyes wide in horror, and then he saw a knife tip coming out of his chest. A low wail came from his throat, and finally he fell to the ground weakly, allowing the blood to flow out happily!

There are two left in the field!

Lao Xia casually shook off the blood from the blade that was already covered with dents, and then nodded slightly at Sakamoto. The battle to this point could no longer be described as hatred. Fighting was a bloody and cruel thing. Lao Xia only knew that one of them must fall between him and Sakamoto today! He knew that that person would not be himself!

Facing Lao Xia's nod, Sakamoto bowed deeply and rushed out with anger!

They are the most elite warriors among the two nations. They not only represent themselves, but will fight to the point where they are killed today!

As the two of them confronted each other, the dust on the earth that had not been stained with blood was boiling with the wind. The sound of the blades intersecting was like two iron bars rubbing hard!

Immediately, the wind was calm, and the final battle was extremely short, and then two figures gradually appeared in the dust!

Sakamoto knelt weakly on the ground, his throat was already covered in blood. Because of excessive blood loss, no blood was flowing out of his wound at this time. Opposite him, the tall and thin Lao Xia was standing with all his might. He was bleeding from his mouth and nose. On his chest, a saber disappeared from the handle!

His figure shook slightly, and he was about to shake, but he saw this stubborn man suddenly stopped his waist and then stopped moving!

Lao Xia died in battle! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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