Zhang Zhen and Luosang fought again for several rounds. Both sides had scars on their bodies, but comparatively speaking, Zhang Zhen had a greater advantage than Luosang.

Luosang's scimitar had been sharpened from the previous few battles, while Zhang Zhen's horizontal sword only had a few small gaps.

The armor on Luosang's body was slashed with several holes, and blood kept flowing down.

Zhang Zhen's armor was also slashed twice by the scimitar, but it didn't matter much. This was the new armor of the Tang Dynasty. The key parts were protected by strong steel bars. Lausanne's scimitar couldn't cut in at all, so it didn't matter.

fatal injury.

"One last blow, man of the Tang Dynasty"

"Come on Tibetans"

A cold light flashed

Blood spurts

As the blood went by, Luosang's eyelids became heavier and heavier. He fell to the ground and looked up at the starry sky: "Brother, I'm here."
Chapter completed!