A group of people were galloping on horseback. Suddenly, a strong murderous aura hit him. The sound of horses' hooves stopped abruptly, and the group looked up, only to see three black-clothed men blocking the way not far away.

Ma Ming chuckled and said, "Are you three here to send you to death?"

A man in black sneered: "If I were you, I would have saved some strength to run for my life, instead of being quick to speak." ”

Ma Ming's pride swelled up, and he said loudly: "Today, you and I will not die, can you dare to fight?"

A man in black said coldly: "This is very good!"

Ma Ming shouted, flew off his horse, and rushed towards the three black-clothed men, full of spirit and belief in victory.

After the baptism of blood and life and death, Ma Ming was reborn, and if he didn't see him for a day, he was like two people.

The three black-clothed people were surprised, and hurriedly drew their swords to meet them, not daring to hold it up in the slightest.

The figures are staggered, and the four figures are fighting in one place.

The three long swords go to extremes, simple and direct, each sword stabs out, straight to the point, leaving no room for the slightest.

Ma Ming stepped on the exquisite footwork, his body was erratic, and he walked between the blades of the sword, although he was full of dangers, he was calm and calm. He slapped it with one palm, as easily as picking flowers and folding leaves, but as fast as lightning.

The four figures are constantly changing, fighting fast, and the success or failure of life and death is only in an instant.

The expressions of the three black-clothed men became cold, their eyes were empty, and a thick murderous aura continued to emanate from their bodies. The murderous aura is pervasive, and it makes people feel cold. The three long swords were faintly surrounded by invisible sword qi on their bodies.

Ma Ming's expression became desolate and sad, and a cold and murderous aura continued to emanate from his body. The aura of Xiao Suo was pervasive, and the sense of desolation of Xiao Suo arose. There is a faint condensation of invisible true qi between the palms and fingers.

The four figures crisscrossed and crisscrossed, as fast as ghosts, and turned into four phantoms, which was dazzling. The Invisible Sword Qi and the Invisible True Qi constantly collided, stirring up a circle of ripples and dispersing in all directions.

The martial arts cultivation of the three black-clothed men is slightly inferior to Ma Ming, and if the strength of the three of them is combined, they will win.

Ma Ming knew it, but he was not afraid, he went all out, without the slightest scruples, and regarded death as home. The old wounds had not healed, but new marks had been added, and the blood and sweat were mixed together, soaking through the clothes. Regardless of life and death, how can you care about this blood and sweat?

The four of them fought in one place, evenly matched, and hearty.

The three long swords had been gaining momentum for a long time, and the formless sword qi had become rich and intense. The three black-clothed men looked cold, and stabbed out a sword at the same time, unstoppable, but seeking to win with one blow.

Ma Ming was indifferent, and the formless true qi continued to condense in the palm of his hand, turning into a colorless and transparent crystal. He pushed out with both palms, as if he had the power to overwhelm the mountains and seas.

Three dense and intense formless sword qi collided with colorless transparent crystals, stirring up a circle of extremely strong ripples, and the qi dispersed in all directions, and suddenly the wind was fierce and the dust was flying.

It didn't take long for the dust to settle.

The three black-clothed men stood leaning against their swords, sneering on their faces, and there were still faint blood stains on the corners of their mouths.

Ma Ming knelt on one knee, covered in blood, his face was as white as paper, but his eyes were full of pride.

A man in black sneered: "You are defeated, you are also an iron-clad man, let's break it yourself!"

Ma Ming shook his head slightly, and chuckled: "You are wrong, it is you who should decide on your own." Until now, I've been one against three, but do you remember that I'm really just one person?"

The faces of the three black-clothed men changed suddenly, and then they woke up like a dream, and when they looked around, they saw forty-two elite dead soldiers with cold eyes, clenching their blades, ready to fight to the death at any time.

Ma Ming said softly: "Break it yourself!"

A man in black said coldly: "Don't think about it!"

"Kill!" is a simple and direct word, not sad or joyful.

Suddenly, a shout of killing resounded in the sky. Forty-two elite dead soldiers were like rainbows, rushing over like a tide, looking at death as home.

Ma Ming was seriously injured and defeated completely, but he would win the final victory.

The three men in black won a tragic victory, and their physical and internal strength were seriously consumed, and they were already at the end of their strong crossbows, and they could not escape death after all.

A hand-to-hand battle to the death began. The dead are heroic, the killers are fearless, the two fight each other, blood is flying, bloody and cruel, never dying, and miserable.

I don't know how long it took for the dust to settle. The three men in black were already blurred in flesh and blood, and forty-two elite dead soldiers were also seriously wounded.

Seventeen elite dead soldiers slowly rose from the pool of blood, their faces showing a hint of victory joy.