Before the other sentinels could react to what was happening, a cold light flew up from the back of the sentry who had swooped to the ground, and another perfect arc was cut through the air. Before the sentinels could figure out what was going on, their necks were already squirting hot blood.

At this time, the sentinels came to their senses and that someone had robbed the camp. But their throats had been slit, and it was impossible for them to make a warning, so they could only watch as countless black shadows emerged in front of them one by one, past their companions and their own corpses, and ran towards the unsuspecting camp.

He Ziming led the members of the death squad to easily eliminate the sentinels on the periphery, entered the silent rebel camp, and began to set fire to the chaos in accordance with the pre-arranged division of labor.

When more than twenty fireheads were ignited, the rebels realized that the camp was mixed with other people.

"Enemy attack!"

"Ahh

"Someone has robbed the camp! Fuck ......."

"Fucking fast!"

Screams of terror and confusion, along with screams before death, began to ring out one after another in the rebel camp.

Because they knew that there were not many people in Jinsha Pass, and the fatigue caused by the continuous battle, the soldiers of the rebels relaxed their vigilance, and almost everyone except the sentries was sleeping soundly.

Now the rebel soldiers who are in the depths of their dreams are awakened and frightened by the warnings and screams one after another, and they are also frightened.

The soldiers got up in a panic to get dressed and get weapons, but how could so many people make a mess of porridge and find what belongs to them accurately? As a result, many of the rebel soldiers could not even find their clothes, and they were squeezed out of their tents by the commotion of the crowd naked, so they had to cover their lower bodies with one hand. A hand was waving wildly, trying to find his own weapon. But what awaited them were cold crossbow arrows shot from the darkness. Bright red blood flowers bloom strangely enchanting on the white human body.

He Ziming had already seen Liu Shuo's Chinese army tent, and saw that the fire set by the team members was getting stronger and stronger, and the rebel camp was already in chaos, so he took four team members and rushed to the Chinese army tent. He knew very well that if he could kill Liu Shuo in one fell swoop. Then the rebels will definitely be defeated.

Because Liu Shuo hadn't slept yet, he had already rushed out of the big tent at the beginning of the riot, but the people below had already become headless flies, and he repeatedly shouted: "Don't panic!" Don't mess around! I'm here, and they're all coming close to me...... but only a few dozen people actually heard his orders and gathered around him.

It wasn't until He Ziming and his entourage of five approached a place only a dozen meters away from the Chinese army's tent that Liu Shuo found that these five people were not his subordinates. frowned, and shouted, "What person? With his reprimand, two rebel soldiers also greeted He Ziming and the others.

In the darkness of the night. The cold light flashed, and the two rebel soldiers who met it didn't even have time to scream, and their lives were harvested, and one of the corpses was then kicked up and crashed directly into Liu Shuo.

Liu Shuo didn't think about it, and kicked the corpse away. But the fierce force that came from the corpse secretly surprised him. He knew that the person on the other side was by no means a master to be messed with.

"Are you ......" Liu Shuo's pupils contracted, staring at the young man dressed in black and holding a sharp blade.

"My name is He Ziming."

"What are you going to do?"

He Ziming stood casually. With a hint of disdain and a smile on his face, he said as if chatting between friends: "Come and borrow your head for use." The tone was relaxed, as if it were as simple as borrowing a bowl and a cup from the other party.

This disdain and smile angered Liu Shuo, and he shouted again: "Look for death!" Kill all five of them! ”

Although two companions were killed by He Ziming just now, they were still bold, following Liu Shuo's order. Three more men pounced.

As soon as He Ziming raised his hand, the dragon sword swung out, and the cold light of the forest looked so compelling in the night. With one blow, the three rebel soldiers who rushed up covered their necks with their hands and softened, and the rest of the soldiers didn't even see how He Ziming drew his sword.

He Ziming killed three more rebel soldiers in the blink of an eye. This kind of performance also suppressed the battle-hardened Liu Shuo. But Liu Shuo was able to gain Li Moran's trust and act as a pioneer officer, not all because he was related to Li Moran, in fact, he did have something extraordinary.

After being a little timid, Liu Shuo calmed down again, because he had already seen that although the camp was chaotic, there were not many shouts of killing, so the soldiers and horses of Jinshaguan did not come to rob the camp on a large scale, but only a small number of troops came to sneak attack, maybe it was just these people in front of him. As long as the army stabilized, he believed that it would be very easy to wipe out the five people in front of him with an army of more than 10,000.

After thinking about it for a while, Liu Shuo had already made up his mind, he slowly pulled out the long knife on his waist, took a step forward, and said, "The boy surnamed He, do you dare to fight grandpa and me alone?" The reason why he chose to go head-to-head is because He Ziming's martial arts are too high, and there are only a dozen or twenty people around him at present, and it is estimated that he will be sent to death if he rushes forward, and it will not help him much; second, because in this way, he could take the opportunity to drag He Ziming and buy time for his soldiers to stabilize; The third reason is that he really wants to try He Ziming's martial arts, and he will always be unable to hold back his excitement when he meets a master.

He Ziming's expression also became serious, because he found that Liu Shuo, who was holding a knife in his hand, showed a completely different momentum, before that, to be honest, he really didn't take Liu Shuo very seriously, and he was defeated by Li Guanqi in a row in terms of tactics, which naturally made Liu Shuo's other abilities suspicious, and Liu Shuo's performance just now was by no means the calmness that a master should have.

But now that Liu Shuo showed his strong side, an invisible murderous aura burst out from his cold eyes, and He Ziming could already clearly feel the increase in the pressure around him.

"Good. Let's have a heads-up fight. He Ziming crossed his chest, took a step forward, and said loudly. Liu Shuo's strength also aroused his competitive spirit; And he also wanted to take the opportunity to drag Liu Shuo, without the restraint of the leader, the rebels would need more time to calm down, and he also needed time to wait for Li Guanqi to lead the army to attack.

He Ziming and Liu Shuo, their electric eyes were intertwined, and the murderous aura like fire made the two of them unable to feel the cold of the night wind, nor did they feel the hustle and bustle around them. (To be continued......)