Just like a bomb exploded, the huge and sturdy rusher was completely dispersed.

The burning logs were beaten into several segments and flew into the camp of the Southern Dynasties soldiers.

Between the wood chips and the firelight, in the original position of the rushing car, in front of the broken village gate, on the ground covered with bloody corpses, a silver spear had pierced into the ground.

Weihou was only one step away from the victory he wanted, but the silver spear that fell from the sky cut off the road to victory that had reached its end.

"Wow"

Qiu Buping's figure fell beside the birds looking for the phoenix.

He reached out his hand and pulled out his spear and pointed it at the silent Southern Dynasty army in front of him, as if the thousands of soldiers in front of him were like native chickens and tiles.

His face was covered with frost.

"It's not right and wrong, and the hatred is unfair."

The boss stared at Zhao Lian and said coldly:
Chapter completed!