Changsun Jinghong narrowed his eyes, "I'm done asking, you can go die!"

Shang Di raised his neck, "May my blood burn to illuminate the lamp!"

"Kill!"

Changsun Jinghong drew his sword.

Yan Jidao took two steps back holding the jar.

The long sword is sharp, breaking the cold wind and rain.

"You have forgotten the big-leaf banyan tree in the old rain building after all!"

"Qiang...!"

The long sword slashed down, but was blocked by a sword.

Come, Wu Mian!

"Chang Sun Jinghong, you are still stubborn...go to hell!"

Arrows came from the rain.

Not an arrow from the Grand Master.

But it was the Red Flame Army that was fighting. They gave up on the enemy on the opposite side, turned around and shot an arrow at Changsun Jinghong!

That's thousands of arrows!

Densely swarming like locusts.

Changsun Jinghong frowned. He did not block the arrows!

He pushed away Wu Mian's sword with one stroke. The moment the first arrow shot into his body, his momentum surged, and the sword in his hand was particularly bright in the rain!

His sword passed by like lightning.

The second arrow entered his body.

His knife slashed Shang Di's chest.

Shang Di lowered his head.

Looking at the torn clothes, looking at the cracked skin, and looking at the blood pouring out of the skin.

He raised his head and looked at Changsun Jinghong, who was struck with several arrows and struck the ground with his sword.

"If you die, that hellish place will become brighter."

"When I die, it's just that there are less new songs in the world."

"This deal is a bargain!"

Shang Di raised his head, letting the autumn rain hit his face, and suddenly he chanted loudly:

“When I was drunk and looked at the sword with the light on, I dreamed about the trumpet-blowing camp!”

"Eight hundred miles apart, I will burn under my command,

The sound of fifty strings turning over the wall,

Autumn troops on the battlefield!

Lu Feikuai is a horseman,

The bow shook like a thunderbolt.

Put an end to the affairs of the king and the world,

Win fame during and after death.

What a shame it happened...!"

Shang Di fell to the ground.

Looking up at the autumn sky.

"Unfortunately, this song has not been completed yet."

The long knife in Changsun Jinghong's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

His body also fell to the ground.

He also looked at the same autumn sky and smiled suddenly:

"Finish the king's affairs in the world, win fame in life and death, and misfortune happens in vain..."

"What would that ghost place look like if it were bright?"

Two people died.

Didn't close eyes.
Chapter completed!