Chapter 871 (1/2)

The soldiers in front fell down, and the soldiers in the back immediately made up.

A long spear pierces the opponent's body, but before pulling out the long spear, there are two bloody holes in his body.

The horse's hooves roamed and trodden on the fallen body. The blood was like the blood silk brewing on the land. The red, endless red dyed the plain red.

Life is like grass on the battlefield.

One will become a million bones dry, since ancient times.

A face of iron blood cold color, xuanyuanche looked at the front of the battle, holding the sword high, toward the front of the top cold wave.

At once, the troops around him surrounded and hanged.

The roar of drums almost lifted the sky on this side.

Ryukyu is with xuanyuanche's chariot, looking at the four sides of the battlefield. Today, he is more than ten days away from the king of medicine.

The king of fire and the king of power may have died long ago. If they survive, the most dangerous stage of healing has passed.

Then the king of medicine can make a move.