"Xilulu-—"

As if feeling Jiang Wanjun's courage to look at death, the war horse under his crotch roared, like a thunderous thunder, rushed towards the Donghua camp.

Jiang Wanjun swept across the sword in his hand, with one move and one move, opening and closing, and thunderous!

More than a dozen soldiers rushed up to stop him, but the long sword in their hands was slashed down in one after another.

Dozens of shields surrounded him, and he urged his horse to rush forward, and directly hit him in a mess.

Hundreds of arrows were shot in one go, like a rainstorm, swept across him—

"Get out!"

Chu Feng retreated the Dragon Soul Army that he wanted to surround him, and roared away alone, and rushed straight to Jiang Wanjun.

"Haha, come and fight!"

Jiang Wanjun was so arrogant that he roared and slashed the Pu sword in his hand directly, without any hesitation.

boom--

The swords and guns intertwined, and the two had fought in no less than ten moves in an instant, with fire storms and iron horses.

Both of them are powerful generals who have been through the battlefield for a long time. Although each move is not as gorgeous as the movie, it is extremely lethal, full of blood and shocking.

It made people from both sides' camps numb and their hearts were filled with passion—

The battle between Chu Feng and Jiang Wanjun is still continuing.

Ten minutes later, there were less than a hundred tricks in the intersection.

Gradually, Jiang Wanjun's physical strength could no longer keep up with his charge. The wounds on his body were one after another, and the sharp spear tips penetrated his arms and thighs—

Jiang Wanjun's head was covered in white hair, and he looked at death as if he was home, and never took a step back.

Tragic, shocking, and extremely respectful!

"Xilulu-—"

Accompanied by a long roar, Jiang Wanjun's war horse fell to the ground with a bang and died of exhaustion.

"flutter!"

At the same time, the long spear in Chu Feng's hand came with a cold light, and it penetrated Jiang Wanjun's heart like a force!

"Old Jiang!"

"Mars!"

Xiahou Jun and Jiang Wanjun's disciples all exclaimed, and the soldiers in the Xixia military camp were also filled with tears.

Even if the army is defeated like a mountain, even if it is surrounded by enemies, there is no possibility of victory.

Jiang Wanjun has never escaped, has never surrendered, and has never been timid—

An old horse, a paul knife, an elderly man fought to the last moment and to the last second of his life.

"puff--"

Jiang Wanjun spewed out a blood arrow, still feeling life gradually passing, and the world in front of him became more and more blurred—

The past comes to our eyes one by one, and the past passes by like a film.

He saw the young and energetic young man who was in the army kowtowed at the village entrance, bid farewell to his parents, and resolutely joined the army.

He saw the wedding night, under the red candle, the beloved beauty's shyness in love with her heart-

He saw the defeat and returned home, and only a dozen brothers were hugging each other and cried bitterly.

The final picture is a young man who has experienced vicissitudes and sharp eyes. With a military uniform, tens of thousands of people cheered, he came to the stage to worship the generals, received the seal of the generals of the six countries, and worshiped the god of war in the six countries!

The heroes are so beautiful.

At this point, Jiang Wanjun's eyes turned into a turbid darkness, and all consciousness came to an abrupt end—

"Clang!"

The Park Knife in his hand suddenly penetrated straight into the yellow sand, supporting his body and never falling down.

He was born and died in this life because of war.

Even if you die, you still have the sky above your head, the loess on your feet, the dignified and upright, and the upright—

Chu Feng waved his hand: "Get the wine."

Chu Feng took a jar of west wind and poured it into the loess under his feet, with his eyes respectful: "Donghua Chu Feng, respectfully sending the old war god Jiang."
Chapter completed!