Ode to the Dragon

"Xilulu -"

it seems to feel Jiang Wanjun's spirit of seeing death as if he were returning home. The horse under his hip roared like a thunderbolt and rushed to the Donghua camp.

Jiang Wanjun in the hands of the sword sweeping, a move in one form, open and close, thunderbolt!

More than a dozen soldiers rushed up to stop him, and their swords were cut down by all of them --

surrounded by dozens of shields, they were forced to cross by him, and directly hit by hundreds of arrows, like a rainstorm, they were swept by him --

"step back!"

Chu Feng retreats the dragon soul army that he wants to encircle. He picks up a long gun and roars away. He goes straight to Jiang Wanjun to kill him.

"Ha ha, come to fight!"

Jiang Wanjun's heroic spirit soared to the sky. With a roar, he cut down the knife in his hand and did not retreat.

Bang -

the two men had been fighting for more than ten moves in an instant, and the flames were splashing, and they were fighting with each other.

Both of them are brave generals who have been through the battlefield for a long time. Although they are not as gorgeous as in the movie, they are extremely lethal, bloody and shocking.

The battle between Chu Feng and Jiang Wanjun continues.

Ten minutes later, no less than a hundred moves.

Gradually, Jiang Wanjun's physical strength could not keep up with his charge, and his wounds were cut one after another, and the sharp point of the gun penetrated his arm and thigh -

JIANG Wanjun's white hair fell down, and he thought of death as if he were home, and he never stepped back.

Solemn and stirring, shocking, it is extremely respected!

With a long cry, Jiang Wanjun's horse fell to the ground and died.

"Rush

At the same time, the long gun in Chu Feng's hand came, penetrating Jiang Wanjun's heart!

"Mr. Jiang!"

"God of war!"

All the disciples of Xia Houjun and Jiang Wanjun exclaimed, and the soldiers in Xixia barracks were in tears.

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

Jiang Wanjun never ran away, never surrendered, and never was timid -

an old horse, a simple sword, and an old man fought to the last moment and the last second of his life.

"Poof -"

JIANG Wanjun ejected a blood arrow, still felt that life was gradually passing away, and the world in front of him became more and more blurred -

the past appeared in front of him, and the past was like a movie.

He saw a young and high spirited young man kowtow at the head of the village, bid farewell to his parents, and resolutely join the army -

he saw the wedding night, the red candle flickering, his beloved lady's affectionate Shyness -

he saw the defeat, only a dozen brothers holding together, crying in silence -

the last picture is full of vicissitudes, The young man with sharp eyesight, a general uniform, thousands of people cheered, ascended the stage to worship the general, received the seal of the general of the six countries, worshipped the God of war of the six countries!

The most beautiful and the most heroic.

At this point, Jiang Wanjun's eyes turned into a turbid darkness, and all his consciousness stopped suddenly -

"Qiang!"

His hand of the knife suddenly straight into the sand, supporting his body, did not fall.

He lived and died in the war.

Even if he died, he still had the sky above his head, stepped on the loess, and was open and aboveboard -

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

Chu Feng took over a jar of strong western wind and poured it into the Loess under his feet. His eyes revered him: "Donghua Chu Feng, I'd like to send my respects to Jiang Lao Zhan Shen."

Crash -