When a warrior approaches his body, he will not be afraid of King Zhao, who is only the first-class high school rank. On the contrary, King Zhao will be even more afraid of him getting closer.

"I Huyan Tielu shouldn't die in such a place!"

Xue Gu's knife is very cold.

But Huyan Tielu's blood was very hot.

Hot blood gushed out and sprayed on the yellow sand ground.

In Huyan Tielou's eyes, he was full of unwillingness to survive. He grabbed the artery on his neck with both hands, trying to make the blood gush out even a little bit.

As the first personal guard of King Zhao, he is very strong.

Tuhun bravery or above the fifth grade, every time one grade is increased, the corresponding masters will be reduced rapidly.

With his strength, he can become a general, but compared to the dangers of the generals conquering the battlefield, King Zhao is obviously safer.

But now, this security has gone into nothing.

The feeling of powerlessness that the life was passing rapidly came, and his body fell down dejectedly under the dragon-type demon horse.

What caught my eye was the figure of the murderer who carried his sword to pursue King Zhao from afar.

King Zhao rode a dragon-type demon horse and ran. As long as he rode his horse properly, it would be difficult for Xue Gu to catch up and eventually return to Mandu Mountain.

"Maybe, this is the fate of our guards!"

As long as King Zhao is safe, their lives will not be lost in vain.

Before dying, some important memories of life will quickly flash in my mind.

When Huyan Tielu remembered the beauty of his life, he seemed to hear some familiar beeping sounds again.
Chapter completed!