Li Mengzhou shouted at the soldiers, and he turned around and walked towards Liu Feiyu.

The sword intent flowed around him and shot out while walking, making the eroded monk unable to get close to him, and he easily drove a path.

Liu Feiyu's waist was still straight, and he was still waving his spear.

Looking at the picture, Li Mengzhou was in a very heavy mood.

"God General Liu, it's over."

Liu Feiyu did not respond and continued to swing his gun.

Li Mengzhou reached out to put his shoulder, and at that moment, the spear swept directly towards Li Mengzhou.

Even though Liu Feiyu could no longer see or hear anything, his instinctive reaction was still very strong.

The spear hit Li Mengzhou directly.

Li Mengzhou's figure remained motionless.

The force of the long spear swept was actually very small, which means that Liu Feiyu had long been at the end of his strength.

Li Mengzhou was a little more swallowed.

He was aware of a problem.

Liu Feiyu was actually dead. He just breathed a sigh of relief and kept waving his spear with that breath.

Li Mengzhou stared at him in a daze.

He slowly reached out and put his hand on the spear, and this time Liu Feiyu did not have the action of counterattack.

The spear fell to the ground easily.

However, Liu Feiyu's body was still standing.

His Majesty the Emperor had been escorted back to Fengjiang City. Everyone on the city saw the picture clearly. They were silent, and gradually there were crying sounds, which soon became heart-wrenching.

"Greatly send the God General Liu!"

The soldiers hissed.

They waved their swords and cut their hands, blood spilled down, and the screams continued.

His Majesty the Emperor stood there in a daze.

His eyes were red.

Tears are falling.

He also cut his palm, which was his greatest respect to Liu Feiyu and the highest respect to the soldiers who died on the battlefield.

Together with blood.

Battle on the battlefield.

Sacrifice your head.

Sprinkle blood.

Li Mengzhou picked up Liu Feiyu and walked towards Fengjiang City.

The sword intent is still bursting out.

It became even more cruel now.

The eroded monks around were torn to pieces by the sword intent.

Stepping on the blood and corpses everywhere, Li Mengzhou's pace was heavy.

He jumped up to the top of the city.

A soldier reached out to pick up Liu Feiyu.

Their movements were cautious.

Liu Feiyu's eyes were open.

There was blood in my eyes.
Chapter completed!