853. Chapter 853 Warm Hearts and Snow Hidden in Winter 96
Lu Shaohao quickly scanned the surroundings. At this time, the two men who were fighting and retreating had landed on both ends of the sail of a Song ship. The ship was hit by cannons and was sinking slowly. This area of the sea was full of messes, and the sea surface was in chaos.
The floating corpses piled up together and swayed slowly with the waves, including soldiers from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and even those from the Song Dynasty.
Countless human lives stretch as far as the eye can see.
He gripped the sword tightly, and his eyes became firmer. Even if he died, he would first cut off Hu Gechi's head.
At this moment, Hu Gechi's gaze deepened even further, and the murderous aura on his body became stronger. He held a scimitar in his hand, and his figure rushed over again. His red clothes were dyed redder by blood, and his red eyes were red.
It made him look like Shura who had walked out of hell. There was no emotion in his eyes, and all that was left seemed to be killing, killing everyone, and beheading the world.
Lu Shaohao shouted fiercely and rushed forward to meet him regardless of the blood flowing out of his body.
The scimitar fell, mixed with the icy wind. Brother Hu's eyes were red, and his heart felt like a fire was lit. It is difficult to extinguish such a fire. The only way is to keep killing, using the blood of these people bit by bit.
Put out. He used all his strength, not for anything else, just to cut the person in front of him to death.
Lu Shaohao's face was cold and stiff, and he aimed the sword in his hand at Hu Gechi's heart and stabbed it.
In an instant, the scimitar struck him hard on the shoulder. The sharp blade cut off the muscles and shattered the bones. Half of the shoulder and the living arm were cut off abruptly.
Blood spurted out on the face of the man in red, with red eyes, face full of blood, and a murderous aura, standing there like a murderous god.
Lu Shaohao suddenly smiled, his face was pale and almost transparent, but his eyes were full of warmth at this time. His hands were trembling, as if he wanted to use his last strength to send the sword into the opponent's heart. Unfortunately, this
There's no chance.
The scimitar that cut off the arm was not very fast, and it slowly moved in a circle towards his neck. The silver light was as dazzling as the moonlight, passing through his neck bit by bit. His head flew up and he looked at his body, which was still standing.
On top of the mast.
Everything is over, he has tried his best, and he has no strength left.
Hu Gechi's face looked very bad, and his red eyes finally returned to light brown, as clear as the most beautiful amber. He slowly turned his face and looked around, feeling the loss and sadness in his eyes.
He was drowned and buried in an instant. He was dead. Arnold was dead, and even the last body could not be found.
He staggered back a step, and a wisp of red blood spattered from his chest. His body swayed twice, and he clenched the scimitar tightly, and just stood so quietly.
"Brother Huchi..."
Suddenly, a distant voice came into his ears. The voice was so far away, but he could hear it so clearly at this moment. He slowly turned his face and looked at the place where the voice came from.
A small boat was floating among the floating corpses, so inconspicuous that he could not even see her on the boat at first glance.
Hu Gechi looked at the distant figure, but he felt relieved in his heart. He was still alive, so good...
Arnold's eyes were red, with bloodshot eyes covering the entire eyeball. "Hu Ge Chi... Hu Ge Chi..." She shouted anxiously, but she couldn't get to him at all. The vast sea and the floating corpses blocked the two