The sun sets, and the last glory is about to pass away. Cheng Shide fought in blood and his war horse was already dead. He didn't know how many wounds were cut off on his body, and blood was flowing.

Yang Tian still followed me without moving. The mace in his hand was dyed red with blood. Several iron arrows were inserted into his body, like an angry hedgehog, rushing around, releasing the last strength of his life.

I have become a bloody man. If it weren't for the protection of the armor, he would have returned to the west long ago in the previous raids. Even so, he was shot in his arms and legs, with several arrows inserted. In addition, he lost his war horse and had difficulty moving, so he could only be supported by Yang Tian.

The more the Song Dynasty soldiers were killing, they became more and more frightened. They had never seen such a desperate army. Without swords and guns, they could still bite them with their hands and teeth.

King Liang of Song stood aside, glanced at the battlefield sideways, looking too lazy to come forward to attack.

Suddenly, a "swoosh" sound in the war, and a black light flashed across the air and headed straight for King Liang of Song who was watching the battle.

The source of the black light was the bloody tall head. I was beside him, staring at the black light with a burning look.

King Liang of Song looked around and listened to all directions. How could he not know if there were hidden weapons to call him? He sneered, and did not dodge or dodge, and reached out to pick up the black light that was about to hit his chest.

King Liang of Song was very skilled in martial arts, so he was naturally arrogant. Wu Guang was caught by King Liang of Song. When he looked closely, a small flying knife was sandwiched between his fingers. Looking at the black blade, the smile on King Liang of Song hurriedly threw away his hand and threw the flying knife down.

"If you want my life, you must pay the price!"

King Liang of Song grabbed the flying knife with his own hands. I saw it clearly, my heart was so fast that I stared at King Liang of Song with a ferocious sneer.

The flying knife was extraordinary, which was the flying knife that Gao Shou shot the one-eyed snake in the jungle not long ago. The one-eyed snake was extremely poisonous. Anyone bitten by it would immediately die, and the flying knife was just covered with poisonous juice.

When King Liang of Song saw my man-loving smile, he immediately realized something was wrong. He threw away the hammer, pulled out the knife hanging around his waist without hesitation, and pointed it at his wrist and chopped it down hard.

The Song generals around the Song Mansion were shocked when they saw King Liang of Song and were tragic, but before they could even shout it out,

A flash of blood appeared, and a bloody broken hand fell on the yellow sand on the ground.

However, when the shocked people looked at the broken hand again, they saw the blood-stained palms competing in the eyes of everyone, gradually turning black.

King Liang of Song lost a palm, and the severe pain made his forehead instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, and his whole face was pale.

King Liang of Song saved his life. I have to say that he was lucky. The flying knife did not cut his palm. The poison on the knife only touched the skin, and the toxicity was slow, so it was time for the hero to cut off his arm, otherwise he would have been dead now.

Seeing that King Liang of Song had just stolen one hand, I couldn't help but feel regretful. It seemed that I could not pull him back before I died.

The war continued, and it did not stop at all because of King Liang of Song. King Liang of Song was busy stopping the bleeding and had no time to take revenge.

Gaoshou's flying knife had already been used up, and his whole body was exhausted with the last amazing knife, and he slowly fell to the ground.

The Song Dynasty troops rushed forward. With Gao Shou's death, only three of them were left in the elite troops expedition to the desert.

The bodies of the two armies lay all over the ground and piled up into a small hill. My brothers and three others were as if they were washed away by blood, supporting each other, and stood at the top of the mountain of corpses with trembling slightly.

The reason why we trembled was not because of fear, but because of exhaustion. Now the three of us may not be able to stand up again as soon as we are a little discouraged.
Chapter completed!