Chapter 1389
At a glance, like the spring gra.s.s after the rain.
Start a prairie fire with a prosperous posture.
Start coming out of any part of the mountains.
The green mountains are faint and the human figures are burning.
The sound of the fierce war drum reverberated among the green mountains, surging and surging.
Innumerable echoes, accompanied by fierce boom, meet, roar in the mountains.
There are people everywhere. There are soldiers everywhere.
Looking up, people of all kinds of mountains keep popping up.
Looking down, the dark soldier showed his figure from the foot of the mountain.
Looking back, the soldiers and horses were surging behind them, cascading one after another.
Turning around, what the eye saw, except for the green gra.s.s, were all men, all soldiers and horses.
It"s like they"re at the bottom of a basin.
On the edge of the basin, on the wall of the basin, all are enemies, all are enemies.
Spent the eyes of all the soldiers left in the netherworld.
The ears of all the remaining soldiers on the island of Hades were disturbed.
Despairing of the escape.
Surrounded, they"re really surrounded.
The faces of the Four Saints of the island of the dead are hard to see now.
They have never suffered such a failure.
It has never been reduced to such a result.
Being twice as strong as them, they are forced here by traps everywhere, and they are forced to such a desperate situation.
"Kill..."
Like the quicksilver, the soldiers and horses who had been waiting for the mountain, roaring and furious, rushed to the h.e.l.l Island soldiers and horses at the foot of the mountain.
From all directions.
On this day, they waited too long, too long.
It"s time for them to take a breath. It"s time for them to take revenge.
Soldiers and horses are flying.
"Rush, hurry, run this way, hurry..." In the roar of thousands of people, Mu Sheng"s face is dark, but his eyes are very fierce to find a direction.
The only weak direction in a layer of packages.
Immediately roared out the sound, when the first vertical horse rushed.
In that direction, there are green mountains and rugged roads. It"s a way to escape.
We can"t wait to die. We can"t just surrender. We can"t.
Although the horses gallop, the Four Saints of Ming island take the remaining tens of thousands of soldiers of Ming island.