The waist knife was lifted lightly, Tang Ming made a mistake, and his body turned around among the two scimitars, and Mars flashed.

Everyone stared at the sight of surprise, and Tang Ming, who turned around, finally drew his sword.

The sharp blade was as cold as frost. Under the horrified eyes of the scout in front of him, a thin blood line came down from the scout's forehead and penetrated through his whole body.

After turning around and landing, Tang Ming was not idle either. He swept back and swung his swords left and right, and the two scouts who were intercepting and attacking also fell down.

It’s just a blink of an eye.

Tang Ming landed steadily on the spot, and the three Nanmang scouts had long lost their breath.

"Damn, I know this guy will definitely be fine."

Zhang Chongshan, who had been so scared that he was out of his mind before, spat on the ground fiercely, and his body moved with the knife.

The remaining few people followed closely, and before the other party could react, they took off a few heads.

In the dense forest, except for the sound of gold and iron clashing and the sound of sharp weapon sashimi, there was no even a sultry howling.

The attacks between scouts were always as silent as before.

Three moments later, Tang Ming leaned against the tree with panting breath, and several gaps appeared in the waist knife in his hand.

Zhang Chongshan grinned and bandaged the wound on his arm.

"Where is Lao Lin?"

After Tang Ming rested for a while, he found that the people around him seemed to be wrong. After a closer look, Lao Lin, who was following Zhang Chongshan, was missing.

"Dead!"

Zhang Chongshan's expressionless face, the battlefield is ruthless, and life and death are just a matter of thought.
Chapter completed!