"I want to be the key and open the door for my brothers!"

This is the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry called Lao Chen, who staggered to the city gate and threw away the dragon cavalry sword in his hand.

The battle behind him did not seem to exist at this time.

He pressed his shoulders against the thick and thick door blocking wood. With a roar, the heavy door blocking wood was lifting from the pin with a loud bang.

And behind.

The two snow dragon cavalrymen had long been surrounded by the Yi tribe's army, and the trapped beasts were still fighting.

The other Yi tribes rushed towards Lao Chen directly.

"The Yi tribes, the Daxue Dragon Cavalry, will never give up!"

Boom!

With Old Chen's roar, the heavy door blocking wood was pushed to the ground.

He pulled the city gate open to a gap that could accommodate one person, and then stood directly in the middle of the gap.

Just as he was about to turn around and pick up the Dragon Knight.

The Yi tribes were like evil wolf, roaring and shouting and killing, and rushed over.

Old Chen hurriedly turned around and grabbed the city gates on both sides with his hands.

Next second.

The cold light is cold.

Countless battle swords crazily cut from behind him and fell on his back.

pain!

Severe pain like lingchi!

Old Chen couldn't help but raise his head and scream.

But he was still guarding the middle of the gap in the city gate.

"Push the door, close it quickly!"

The Yi tribes and soldiers were roaring.

Under their push, the heavy city gates began to merge.

But Lao Chen was in the middle of the gap, and the city gates merged, and his bones were broken.

He clutched the city gates on both sides with his hands, and his five fingers were embedded in the city gates.

Blood kept gushing out of his mouth and nose.

He could even feel that the city gates closed and squeezed his internal organs were ruptured.

But his eyes were bright and firm.

He saw a figure walking towards this place in the distance, and behind that figure was his comrade-in-arms!

"Crazy, this is a crazy man. Close the door quickly, close it!"

"I can't close it, this bastard's body blocks the city gate and closes!"

The Yi tribe and the army were completely crazy.

“Hahaha…hahaha…”

Old Chen laughed loudly, and with all his last bit of strength, he laughed wildly.

Bang!

There was a loud noise suddenly.

Old Chen's laughter came to an abrupt end, and his painful facial features on his already miserable face were distorted.

His left hand was cut off!

After a short burst of severe pain, he endured it again.

Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, his consciousness and vision were quickly blurring.

Behind are countless Yi tribe Rongwu who swung his sword.

The flesh and blood are extremely bloody.

But Old Chen smiled.

He withdrew his only remaining right hand, clenched his fist slowly and hard, and placed it in his heart.

Looking at the bloody figure.
Chapter completed!