Dead, he's finally dead ...
Xu Qi 'an slowly let out a breath of turbid air. After the high tension, it brought extreme fatigue, which came from the body and the mind.
The repeated battles had left him in a very bad state, especially when he rode the Dragon and fought. At first glance, he looked extremely fierce and simply killed Jean.
In fact, he was trading injuries for injuries, killing 1000 enemies at 800 losses.
The counterattack of Jean d 'arc and the backlash caused by the broken Jade had caused Xu Qi' an to suffer great injuries.
But it was all worth it, all worth it.
Xu Qi stood on the back of the Spirit Dragon and looked at the vast land. He slowly let out a breath.
He let out all the pent-up anger that he had been suppressing in his heart during this period of time.
After a moment of silence, he tore off a strip of cloth, tied up his long hair, tidied up his ragged clothes, and bowed to the northeast.
Duke of Wei, have a safe journey.
