The moment the battle began, it was already white-hot, no one thought that this group of mountain bandits would be so arrogant and unreasonable, for a while, the caravan and the passers-by began to flee in all directions after a panic - the leader was shot to death in vain, guarding those goods, could it be that these mountain bandits would let them live?

And perhaps to prove the conjecture in their hearts, in the caravan, a middle-aged merchant who was hitched into the goods because all his wealth was in the cargo hesitated around the truck, and the expression on his face was more tangled and tangled, but out of thin air there was a scream, and an arrow pierced his chest, and the blood flowing from the arrow in his chest quickly stained the truck, and he trembled, and finally hugged the goods that should have brought wealth to his wife and children, and when he closed his eyes, he seemed to sigh softly.

But no one knows what he's sighing about.

The mountain bandits and the dart masters finally collided together, but beyond everyone's expectations, the dart masters, who were originally majestic in the eyes of others, not only failed to break up the formation of the seven mountain bandits in the confrontation, but were broken through by these seven people in a sharp formation, and the moment they passed by, the seven people spit out their blades, taking the lives of the two in an instant.

The leader of the mountain bandits looked at such a scene, and did not seem surprised, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then lowered his body with a knife in his right hand, and as he suddenly swung his knife forward, a strong man in the dart game who rode a horse with a sword in his hand was completely cut off his head, and the blood gushed like a pillar on the scar of the bowl.

Shen Zang, who had just been forced back by him, saw such a scene, his eyes glared angrily, holding the "heirloom knife" in his hand and galloping forward again, his back arched like a fierce tiger, and with a loud shout, the knife light fell, and sparks splashed on the broadsword raised by the leader of the mountain bandits.

However, his bravery alone could not stop the decline of the whole scene at all, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Shen Zang would not have believed that his dart brothers would fight so badly.

After entering the battle group, the mountain bandit seven-member team did not directly disperse and fight separately as he imagined, they have always maintained a strange formation tightly, moving neatly, and when the horses galloped, they were like a huge beast tearing and biting in the group of dart brothers.

This kind of scene, Shen Zang is not unfamiliar, think that at the beginning, as a member of the Jing Wu army, he had received such training, the unity of the formation, it is convenient for the strength of the entire army to condense to a point, and in front of it, all the stragglers who tried to fight alone in vain looked very ridiculous.

It's just that...... How is this possible?

"It's obviously a group of mountain bandits...... Shen Zang gritted his teeth, only feeling as if he was in a dream, but the screams that kept sounding around him made him have to recognize that he was in a cruel reality.

"Shen Darttou still has the leisure to take care of others now?" said the leader of the mountain bandits, his body technique was not very fast, but it was enough to deal with Shen Zang's sharp sword momentum.

I have to say that Shen Zang is indeed a good opponent, in terms of martial arts alone, his strength is already very close to that of a cultivator.

"Shen Darttou, it seems that you should be a retired old soldier in the army......, right? Who can survive the iron-blooded battlefield of that year...... Extraordinary ......" The leader coped, but did not forget to continue to say two sentences, as if to show that he still had spare strength, quite leisurely.

The broadsword grazed Shen Zang's neck, cutting off several strands of his black hair, and Shen Zang held the knife in front of him with both hands, gritting his teeth to completely open the blade. He no longer looked at his brothers who had fallen from their horses in the warband, just because he now understood one thing clearly.

He has been defeated, and there is only one chance in front of him - that is, he personally kills the leader of the mountain bandit in front of him, and only by killing him can the caravan and dart game have a chance to survive.

"Ha ......" Shen Zangying raised his eyebrows, the feeling of being on the battlefield returned, and he held the knife, forward, dead and alive!

Maybe it was because Shen Zang's sudden burst of killing intent startled the mountain bandit leader, and the mountain bandit leader finally began to retreat after receiving Shen Zang's knife, and Shen Zang knew that he must not be allowed to have a breathing room at this time, so he stepped forward again and stabbed again!

The bandit leader took another sword, and the force pierced his arm, and in the shock, his hand fell as if it had been hit by a hammer, and he took a step back.

Shen Zang's momentum has reached its peak, he glared angrily, and entered again and again!

Seem...... The leader of the mountain bandits could not avoid his sword.

However, at this moment, the leader of the mountain bandits laughed, sinisterly, at the moment when the knife in Shen Zang's hand fell, he suddenly let go of his hand, the broadknife in his hand fell down his fingertips, his hands were tight, he was already holding the knife in reverse, and then his legs were beaten, his waist and abdomen were exerted at the same time, and the broadsword was raised obliquely from right to left, and it turned out to be a knife that flew away Shen Zang's knife!

Shen Zang looked at the bandit leader in front of him in disbelief, the huge shock hurt his wrist, he took a step back uncontrollably, but felt a pain spread down his shoulder.

He turned his head and found that his right hand had been cut off by the mountain bandit leader's successive slashes, and before he could scream, the mountain bandit leader had already stabbed the broadsword in his hand deeply into Shen Zang's lower abdomen with both hands.

Shen Zang felt a piercing pain, but he glared at the leader of the mountain bandits fiercely, and the green tendons on his head burst out: "You ......"

"You are indeed strong. The leader of the mountain bandits raised his head and looked at him with a slight smile, "It's a pity...... Still an ordinary person. ”

After speaking, he twisted his hands, and the broadknife in his hand swirled in Shen Zang's lower abdomen, wringing his internal organs.

With a large amount of blood gushing out and fragments of internal organs, Shen Zang's face turned pale, and he reached out and stroked the neck of the mountain bandit leader...... He should have worked hard...... Strangled the man to death.

But he eventually lost his strength, and the whole person fell on his back, staring at the sky, not knowing whether it was hatred and unwillingness, or regret and uneasiness.

The "heirloom" fell and plunged straight into the earth.

"Daddy!"

At this time, the stone finally stood up, he pulled out the arrow from his shoulder, but the first thing he saw was that his father had been killed in front of him, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, and his reason had already been thrown out of the clouds, he drew his knife, screamed hysterically, and ran all the way to the leader of the mountain bandits.

The leader of the mountain bandits looked sideways at the war group, only half of the dozen or so people in the dart game were still on horseback, and most of the others were corpses on the ground, his wrist turned slightly, and the broadsword dragged a long line of blood on the ground, facing the stones that rushed in anger, his face was full of banter.

The stone finally reached him, and the knife in his hand slashed down at the bandit leader.

The leader of the mountain bandits just waved his broadsword, his body took a step back, and the stone was about to pursue forward again, but he had already found that his lower body was no longer controllable.

He was actually cut off by the mountain bandit leader!

The stone that fell to the ground didn't feel the sharp pain in his lower back, he looked at his father who had fallen on his back, he didn't care about the heirloom knife now, he just wanted to go back to his father's arms and continue to be that naughty child.

He scraped the ground with both hands, approached Shen Zang little by little, and shouted in his mouth, "Dad...... Daddy......"

And just as he was about to touch his father, the leader of the mountain bandits seemed to be a little bored, stepped forward, his hand raised his knife, the head of the stone was ruthlessly cut off, blood spurted out, splashed on the upper of his shoes, and then he raised his foot and kicked hard, the head rolled out dozens of steps, and was instantly trampled into flesh by the hooves of the horses in the war group.

At this time, the leader of the mountain bandits smiled at the group of bow-wielding subordinates behind him: "This kid has a big temper, but it's a pity...... Not a lot of ......."

The mountain bandits laughed.

However, before the bandit leader could laugh for long, the smile on his face gradually froze......