C565 I Don't Move from All Directions No Matter What Kind of Storm He Brings!

Ice, three feet cold, blood coagulated, ten thousand feet hard. The moon was dark, and the night was dark. The warrior did not return to the sky!

As Guxing swung his sword again and again in the chaos, more and more Barbarian Tribe cavalry fell to the ground. In the next moment, they were crushed by the incoming troops. However, no matter how much he risked his life to fight