"Happy! Oh! Weisi people, who am I to return to?"

Mao Yuanyi's voice became louder and louder, his eyes were full of blood, and his anger was rising to the sky. The righteousness from all directions was overwhelming, instantly dispelling the desolation of this ancient land.

When the last word fell, he suddenly pulled out Zuo Mengeng's saber, raised the blade high, and faced Fan Wencheng directly.

Mao Yuanyi's eyes were about to burst, and the sound was like thunder.

"Do you deserve the surname Fan?"

The heart-wrenching curses were accompanied by the light of the sword, like the judgment of God.

When the day of death came, Fan Wencheng screamed in panic, but there was no way to hide.

He was struck by the knife from head to foot, completely split into two pieces.

Kara la...

The sword made of Zuo Mengeng's fine steel was broken into several pieces, which shows the power of Mao Yuanyi's sword.

Mao Yuanyi threw away the handle of the knife and sang sadly.

"Looking at me in Liaodong, I lament the wasted time! Thinking of me in Liaodong, what a shame for the heroic spirit! The homeland of the Han family, so much blood and tears! Go eastward in this life, and swear to defeat the Yellow Dragon!

All the soldiers sang loudly as they felt in their hearts.
Chapter completed!