Chapter 1050 Death of Rong Yukuo

The soldiers of Yaoguang City who fought with the black-armored warriors of the Shadow Palace were all wiped out by the cavalry charge.

Only Rong Yukuo was left trapped in the battle formation.

Like a trapped beast, guarding the last bit of dignity.

"Ho ho..."

The rapid loss of physical strength made Rong Yukuo try his best every time he swung his halberd.

Although the master-level powerhouses are strong, they are not completely reborn like the hero-level powerhouses.

Falling into a battle formation is doomed to lead Rong Yukuo to an end.

There was not a single spot on Rong Yukuo's armor or body that was not scarred.

The Dragon Blood BMW was also scarred.

But Rong Yukuo still persisted.

It will never stop until the last bit of strength is exhausted.

This kind of bravery made even the black-armored warriors of the Shadow Palace feel a little scared.

"Come again, why are you retreating!"

Rong Yukuo roared, his breathing sound like a broken bellows.

The arm holding the halberd tightly began to tremble slightly.

This is a sign of impending exhaustion.

The dragon-blooded BMW also stopped running and started panting heavily.

But at this time, those black-armored warriors from the Shadow Palace just surrounded Rong Yukuo and stopped attacking.

"You...are afraid..."

Rong Yukuo spoke intermittently, and severe pain began to appear in his chest due to the loss of strength.

"He is exhausted, prepare to take down Yaoguang City."

When Ying Luo saw this, his eyes dropped.

Even though Rong Yukuo's ending is already doomed.

But it is undeniable that Rong Yukuo is indeed a warrior worthy of respect.

"Bring me my bow."

Ying Luo suddenly spoke up.

The guards following Ying Luo immediately took the order and took Ying Luo's long bow over.

This is an extremely gorgeous long bow. The bow body is polished from the leg bones of a master-level peak monster.

The bow string is made from the hamstrings of several master-level peak monsters.

"Respectable warrior, let us say goodbye forever."

Yingluo took a feathered arrow from the guard beside him, using a magic core as an arrowhead.

On the bowstring.

"Come on, as long as I, Rong Yukuo, am still standing here, you can't go any further!"

Rong Yukuo took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his chest, and roared angrily.

The scars all over his body were because the fighting spirit in Rong Yukuo's body was no longer enough to form a body-protecting fighting spirit.

Wounds large and small, blood flowing continuously.

These things will continue to take away Rong Yukuo's physical strength.

If you persist until now, you are already at the end of your strength.

However, even so, no one of the black-armored warriors from the Shadow Palace dared to step forward and fight Rong Yukuo.

With his own strength, he can hold back thousands of troops.

Probably because of a belief.

"Whoosh——!"

At this moment, a black shadow flashed past like lightning.

Then it turned into a feather arrow, pierced Rong Yukuo's heart, and penetrated Rong Yukuo's heart.

"puff--!"

Blood overflowed uncontrollably from Rong Yukuo's mouth.

Feather arrows made of magic cores are blessed with armor-piercing magic and explosive magic.

When it pierced Rong Yukuo's heart, it also took away Rong Yukuo's last bit of vitality.

"Damn it, I seem to be outclassed by that guy again..."

Rong Yukuo's eyes gradually became distracted.

At this moment, Rong Yukuo was thinking of Ling Xiao, who had fought with him before.