Chapter 1202

Gu Fenghua and others' hearts sink into the ice valley. If there is only one Feng Mo enemy, they can still fight hard. But with the thousands of iron soldiers in heavy armour and the deadly arrows, they don't even have a chance to fight hard.

At this moment, a man in black suddenly floated out and appeared behind Feng Mo's enemy. His sword stabbed him in the back of his heart like lightning.

It can be seen that this man is the cultivation of the Holy Spirit. If he had changed his usual cultivation, he would not have paid attention to his sword. But now he is in a stalemate with Gu Fenghua and others. The sword of the man in black will undoubtedly become the last straw to kill the camel.

"Ha!" The long sword pierces into his armor. Although the armor is of extraordinary quality and has the defensive power of some magic weapons, it is not an artifact. Unless he continuously injects Holy Spirit, how can he block a soul saint's full attack.

Just a little hindered, the cold sword smoothly pierced the armor, and then pierced into the body, with the cohesion of the Holy Spirit, stabbing to the heart.

Feng Mo Di never dreamed that there were people who dared to attack him secretly at Pingsha pass. He felt the pain of the injury and the coldness of his heart. If he was allowed to go through all kinds of battles, there would be chaos at this moment.

"To die!" Feng Mo Di roared and clapped back.

The man in black had been ready for a long time. At the same time, he stepped back. However, he was still a little slow. He was swept by his fingertips and flew out with a dull hum, leaving a bright red bloodstain.

But the balance between sword, sword and Qi was finally broken. Gu Fenghua's sword, which was composed of eight gods, split the Qi of the sword like a broken bamboo, and crossed Feng modi's body.

A bloodstain, from his forehead to his abdomen, blood, skyrocketing.

The scene is shocking and frightening!

"Ah..." Feng Mo cried out and fell on his back. Until he died, his eyes were wide open. He couldn't believe that he died in the hands of several soul saints for his cultivation in Xuansheng.

It's a long story, in fact, in the twinkling of an eye. Seeing that Feng modi was killed with one sword, all his soldiers were shocked, and they didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Follow me!" The man in black endured the injury and rushed out to Gu Fenghua and others.

The man was black and masked. In the night, Gu Fenghua and others couldn't see who it was, but they didn't think much about it and quickly followed up.

Although Feng was defeated before, they were too strong. They were all injured seriously. If they didn't leave soon, they would be surrounded by thousands of heavily armored cavalry and hundreds of holy arrows. They would still be dead.

Besides, if the man in black wanted them to die, there was no need to help them, so they had nothing to doubt.

Gu Fenghua and others closely followed the man and rushed to the southwest wall.

"The Lord is dead, they killed him!"

"Kill them and avenge the Lord!"

"Revenge, revenge for your Lord!" Watching Gu Fenghua and others fly away, Feng Mo's stunned soldiers wake up.

Teams of heavily armored cavalry urged their horses, waved their spears and swords, and rushed to catch up. The archers also opened the holy bow again. But in the chaos, the cavalry huddled together, the archers were no longer uniform, the arrows were sparse, and the power was greatly reduced.