It was an old and indifferent face.

Stop drinking

Countless dust burst out from countless gaps in the armor

He sat in front of Shinto for hundreds of years.

This dust has been around for hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years ago, the war between humans and demons had entered its final stage.

He was Wang Zhice's last deputy general.

He finally looked up and looked at Xun Mei, with his eyes showing the sharpest sword.

And his sword finally came out of the sheath

The starlight was chopped into shavings and slowly fell down.

The sword of the historical divine general is scattered in the wind and snow, like a golden sword or an iron horse.

Before the pavilion, it was already a snow field

For Xun Mei, the chopped starlight was the snow in front of her husband's door back then.

For history, the shredded starlight was the snow on the battlefield back then.

Different snow represents different persistence, each with its own persistence.

With a distance of more than a hundred feet, Xun Mei looked at her old face as if she was right in front of her.

The battle finally reached its last moment, and it was time to decide the outcome. Both powerful men released their most terrifying means. The young men who were fighting outside Shiping could no longer support it. Even if they retreated again and again, they were still swayed by the violent wind and snow, and could fall down at any time.

At this moment, Gou Hanshi reached out and held Chen Changsheng's left arm. Chen Changsheng would come over and grabbed Liang Banhu's arms hard, and stood each other tightly, finally stabilizing his body, just like the small trees in the wind and snow that didn't look very tough, tightly arranged in a row, trying to resist the power of nature.

It is already so hard to watch the battle from a distance, and you can imagine what the two in the battle situation are suffering.

Who will win and lose in this battle between the generals of the Hundred Battles and the poor scholars?
Chapter completed!