Mu Ming gently put the commander who didn't know his name on the ground, and stood up with the long sword in his hand, maybe there were too many corpses on display around him, or maybe the long sword in Mu Ming's hand was stained with blood, which looked too hideous, and the surrounding enemy troops stopped moving forward, pointing a spear at him from afar.

How many brothers are left who came together, Mu Ming doesn't know, looking around, everywhere he sees is a crowded enemy, and there is movement from farther away, it is the enemy who heard the sound and is quickly gathering here.

It was supposed to be time for Mu Ming to retreat, but Mu Ming was stunned, and there were dense deep and shallow marks on the dark robe, which were rendered by the blood of the enemy.

The sounds of fighting around him gradually quieted down, which meant that nearly five hundred brothers were buried here like the Commander.

Mu Ming opened his eyes abruptly, and the long sword in his hand was squeezed tightly.

Before the soldiers could react, they only felt a figure flicker, and a long sword that was bright and bloodstained appeared in front of them.

The pupils of the soldiers contracted sharply, and they wanted to use their fastest speed to swing the spear to block, but soon, the long sword in front of them was stained with blood again, and there was a hot pain in the neck, the soldier didn't care about anything else, hurriedly threw away the spear, covered his neck, and touched a touch of warm wetness in his hand, he was very scared, and wanted to roar as hard as he could, he opened his mouth, but only a muffled snort came out, followed by a weak feeling of weakness, and his body slowly fell to the ground regardless of his panic.

Mu Ming didn't know that at this time, with every movement of his body, there was an arc of electricity looming, he only felt that his body was suddenly as light as a swallow, and his speed was extremely fast, almost breathing, those who surrounded him were cut off by a few simple swords from him.

The other soldiers came back to their senses, but they couldn't help but be afraid, and they all took a step back. Everyone in the world is afraid of death and life, not to mention that the person in front of him is standing in blood, and the tip of the sword is still dripping blood, like a demon crawling out of the hell of Shura.

They hadn't felt it before, because the enemy was not the only one, and their attention was distracted, but at this time, when they hit this masked man, they found that he was so easy and comfortable to harvest his life, and they didn't even feel that it took much effort, and they were a little afraid.

However, the cowardice of the soldiers caused the displeasure of their leaders.

"Don't retreat! Give it to me, kill him!"

The soldiers were struggling all over their faces, on one side was the god of death urging their lives, and on the other side was the military might that had accumulated over time, they did not retreat, and they did not dare to fight, and they seemed to have returned to the beginning of the appearance, surrounded and did not move.

But the leader's voice wasn't just heard by the soldiers.

Mu Ming tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction where the voice came from: "Brothers, I can't take it out, so let him bury you!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure was already blurred, the arc flickered, and a layer of dead leaves rolled up from Mu Ming's original place of standing, and fell swaying.

Mu Ming plunged into the pile of people, and the long sword in his right hand kept waving, some cutting off the spear, some piercing into the flesh, and some rubbing against the armor, making a piercing sound.

After all, the enemy is outnumbered, and when Mu Ming rushed out of the pile, the intact dark robe had already broken many holes, and through those openings, you can see hideous wounds, blood overflowing, and it looks a little miserable.

However, Mu Ming didn't seem to feel these wounds that were still bleeding, and his eyes were cold and ruthless, firmly staring at the enemy in the officer's costume in front of him.

It was a pair of aggressive eyes, full of killing intent, there was no trace of warmth, the enemy leader hurriedly retreated to his own guard, as if this did not feel safe, his panicked voice spread throughout the battlefield: "Give me back......! Quick, protect me!"

Mu Ming's murderous intent has risen, and without the slightest hesitation, he will kill his target again.

The combat effectiveness of the guards was much stronger than those soldiers, and the advantage of their swords and long swords was greatly weakened, so Mu Ming's progress was blocked for the first time.

The guards cooperated in an orderly manner, constantly adding new wounds to Mu Ming's body, and it seemed that all this was developing in a bad direction.

"Bang", the saber slashed across his face, Mu Ming couldn't dodge, and the mask was cut off in half, but fortunately, when the blade was close to the face door, Mu Ming subconsciously leaned back slightly, and the blade only split half of the mask, and did not leave a knife mark on his face.

The guards were stunned, because the half of the face under the mask was so young, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Mu Ming's swordsmanship is strong and old-fashioned, although the guards have made many achievements, but those strong ones are harmless to Mu Ming. Therefore, the guards naturally thought that Mu Ming should be a master who has been immersed in kendo all the year round, and he should not be so young.

Taking advantage of the moment when the guards were stunned, Mu Ming jumped into the air and jumped out of the encirclement in an instant, and the guards also came back to their senses, and the long knife was still aimed at Mu Ming.

Mu Ming hurriedly took a few steps back, widening the distance between each other, unexpectedly, this group of guards did not attack, as if as long as Mu Ming did not endanger the life of their leader, they would turn a blind eye to Mu Ming.

Soon, Mu Ming knew that he was wrong, but the footsteps behind him were messy but getting closer and closer, and when he looked back, he also knew that the soldiers behind him were outflanking him quickly.

It turned out that in the hearts of the guards, they would have been unable to escape death a long time ago, as long as they protected the safety of their master, they naturally had someone to clean it up.

Mu Ming's long hair had already become wet, and he didn't know if it was a masterpiece soaked in blood or sweat. I don't know when the cloth towel that binds the long hair was thrown away, and it was messily draped.

Mu Ming gently lifted the broken hair that covered his vision, let out a long sigh, and said secretly: It seems that there is no way to kill him without paying a price.

The next moment, the long sword full of gaps clenched, and Mu Ming flew up again.

The guards' eyes quickly became fierce, their eyes intertwined, and the blade of the sword swung towards Mu Ming without hesitation.

Mu Ming turned sideways slightly, calmly dodging the first knife, but he didn't want the other knife to seem to have expected him to dodge like this, and it was already close to his waist.

Mu Ming's eyes were bright, he gritted his teeth violently, and ignored the blade on his waist, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed down towards the arm that handed the knife to him before.

Almost at the same time, a tragic wail sounded, Mu Ming also felt that his waist was quickly torn by the sharp blade, Mu Ming gritted his teeth, without a trace of hesitation, tightly clamped the blade with one hand, and the right sword turned sharply.

That person was also alert, and the moment Mu Ming clamped the blade, he felt that something was wrong, and directly let go of the saber, jumped back, and Mu Ming's sharp sword fell into the air.

However, the matter was not over, and he didn't seem to feel the pain, Mu Ming took out the long knife that had been submerged in his waist for a few minutes, and threw it out with all his might, the retreating guard had already vacated, and there was no new power under his feet, a knife directly pierced his chest in the air, and smashed to the ground without a sound.