But how could the enemy let Mu Ming get his wish? When Mu Ming jumped up, the guards who had fought with Mu Ming before immediately made a move, and they all held steel knives to block Mu Ming's inevitable path.

Maybe it was because the spiritual power was consumed too much, or maybe the physical strength was declining too fast, Mu Ming's speed was far less fast than at the beginning, but it was still very fast, almost in the next second, he fought with the guards.

Mu Ming's strength declined rapidly, but the guards were also badly damaged, and when Mu Ming was about to approach the guards, he suddenly jumped high, and threw the spear in his hand out.

Mu Ming was so close that the spear he threw out was fast, and the guard at the front wanted to resist, but as soon as the saber in his hand was halfway raised, he felt a chill on his neck, and then his strength quickly disappeared cleanly.

Mu Ming then arrived, kicking directly into the chest of the guard, whose neck had been pierced, and snatching his saber by the way.

The guard fell backwards and directly smashed over the other two guards, Mu Ming did not hesitate at all, hurriedly dodged the blade handed over to the side, and handed the blade of the knife into the heart of the sword-wielding guard with his backhand.

Mu Ming felt the warmth of the enemy's blood on his face, and felt a wave of fatigue in his heart for no reason, the enemy began to gather, and he was still held back by the guards after all.

The moment he was stunned, Mu Ming suddenly felt a chill hit the back of his head, almost without a trace of hesitation, Mu Ming lowered his head violently, and the blade almost touched his scalp.

Mu Ming kicked his leg violently, his body quickly moved backwards, and then he saw a face full of murderous intent, almost subconsciously, the blade of the knife slashed horizontally, and the guard lost one more.

Mu Ming panted, his spiritual power was about to be consumed, and after the spiritual power was consumed, his physical strength would definitely be consumed faster, but there were still dense enemies around.

"It seems that a hot head is not a good thing, and I'm afraid I'm going to fold here today. ”

The enemy didn't care about his sighs, especially the seriously damaged guards, and hated Mu Ming even more, Mu Ming not only caused them heavy casualties, but more importantly, he killed the people they wanted to protect in front of them, if he didn't kill him, how would he gain a foothold in the army in the future.

Maybe it was the magnetic force of blood, not only the guards went crazy, but the soldiers with spears also began to be fearless of death, and squeezed towards Mu Ming's side one by one.

Mu Ming carried a steel knife to block left and right, occasionally taking advantage of the gap to cut down one or two people, but after all, it was a drop in the bucket, and he was still surrounded by dense people.

In the distance, Jiao Zuo and Li Yong, who heard the movement, arrived here at some point, but these two people had no intention of joining the battle circle, and enjoyed it on the side.

"Tut-tut, this person is so violent, why haven't I seen it before?"

Li Yong glanced at Jiao Zuo, who was speaking, and said lightly: "You don't want to help? Be careful when Wen Jie goes to Lord Deadwood to sue you again!"

Jiao Zuo said nonchalantly: "Why don't you go?"

Li Yong said: "I actually want to go, but as soon as I see that kid Tu Wenjie's person, I can't take a step." Hahaha......"

Jiao Zuo suddenly turned around seriously, facing Li Yong, and pointed at Li Yong with a painful and troubled expression: "You...... We're all under Lord Deadwood, and you're going too far. ”

Li Yong was stunned, is this a sudden change of sex?

Unexpectedly, Jiao Zuo suddenly smiled: "But Lao Tzu likes you like this!" ha......

“......”

After laughing for a while, Jiao Zuo put away his smile: "Although this kid is violent, he can't stand the crowd, and it won't be long before he is afraid that he will fold here." ”

Li Yong also echoed: "That's right, I see that his physical strength and spiritual power are almost exhausted, and there should be results soon!"

Jiao Zuo thought about it, and suddenly stared at Li Yong and said, "Do you think we should help him?"

Li Yong said speechlessly: "He is the enemy!"

Jiao Zuo sighed: "Also, although I want to see Wen Jie's bastard jokes, if I let him go, I guess Lord Deadwood will skin me." ”

After that, the two seemed to lack interest, and did not communicate again, but focused their minds on the battlefield.

Mu Ming was very sad at this time, he felt that his body was much heavier, and he understood that this was a precursor to the imminent exhaustion of spiritual power. This made him sigh that he was usually too negligent about the improvement of his own strength, if he could have the golden body realm at this time, he would be surrounded by people.

Suddenly feeling a gust of wind, he hurriedly twisted his body, trying to dodge the spear, after all, it was the end of the crossbow, his body could not keep up with the speed of his head, he couldn't completely dodge the shot, the head of the spear passed directly through his shoulder, Mu Ming was in pain, and snorted.

The soldiers who heard Mu Ming's muffled snort were like chicken blood, and they rushed up again, and the spears and short knives in their hands kept beckoning Mu Ming.

Mu Ming hurriedly resisted with the knife, and every time he came into contact with the weapon, he felt that the long knife was about to be taken out of his hand.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", as he expected, the saber was like a wail, and it broke in response, and Mu Minghu's mouth shook, and the handle of the knife instantly left his hand.

Mu Ming forcibly lifted his breath, with his bare hands, his body slightly sideways, and hugged the body of the spears that stabbed over.

Then Mu Ming burst into a shout, and his body suddenly exerted his strength, and the soldiers who were holding the spears were pulled up by him one after another, looking at it, like throwing it away in a pile.

Then, Mu Ming threw the spear he was holding into the air and kicked it on the gun, and the surrounding enemies were smashed again, and suddenly, a clearing was cleared around Mu Ming.

Mu Ming knew that this was only temporary, and soon the enemy would fill this place again, so he slowly lowered his body and picked up a long knife from the pile of corpses. He tore off the corner of his tattered black robe and tied the long knife to his hand, he wasn't sure if he could hold the knife later, because just now, he had consumed the last trace of spiritual power, and then he had to rely on his body to fight.

The soldiers really didn't give Mu Ming a chance to breathe, almost at the same time as Mu Ming tied the long knife, the spear was handed to Mu Ming again, Mu Ming didn't say a word, directly cut off the gun body in front of him, and quickly gave a kick.

But as soon as the crisis in front of him was solved, he was shot again, Mu Ming gritted his teeth, stabbed his backhand, blood splashed, and warm liquid flew sideways.

Mu Ming smiled bitterly, his spiritual power was exhausted, and his perception was much worse, Mu Ming took out his spear, stood on the ground, and shouted: "Come on!"

The soldiers swarmed up again, Mu Ming kept adding new injuries, and some of the soldiers kept falling, until Mu Ming gradually piled up a mountain of corpses, and Mu Ming himself became a bloody man.

The soldiers were stunned, looking at the young man who was breathing weakly in front of them. Half of Mu Ming's mask was long gone, and his face was covered with blood, but it could still be seen that his face was slightly younger.

"Kill him!" shouted a man with a one-armed knife, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.