After Loka's words, the person behind him suddenly changed from a quiet sheep to a hungry wolf with the moon appearing at night. He roared and pounced over. Then, without waiting for them to be happy, he waited until the sound of crunching... came.

Then the dozen people who rushed in the front all fell off the horse, and the horse lies directly on the ground and can't get up at all.

When Loka saw the person in front of him, she couldn't help but raise her hand and said, "Wait."

Those who wanted to rush over quickly pulled the reins tightly and waited for him to come.

Because they also think it's strange, why did they fall down suddenly? It seems that the problem is quite big.

Loka beat the horse and then dismounted the horse. After someone approached the torch, he found that about a hundred steps before the camp was covered with small pits the size of fists, and they were very dense. That is to say, even if you hide one of them, you don’t want to avoid the other one, and these pits are specially used for cavalry.

It seems that these Tang people are still very cunning. As long as they pass by quickly and are pulled by this thing, the horse's ankle will be broken directly, and the person sitting on the horse will be directly thrown to death.

"Drop off the horse." Loka said softly, then led the horse forward. In this way, there would be no problem.

However, because he took more than a hundred steps, the anger in these people was squeezed out a lot. But it was strange that these Tang people were drunk and did not notice whether they were drunk. This made Loka feel full of suspicion and glory in his heart. For such suspicion, he was taught by his Han master, and he had to doubt everything. Fortunately, he was so good that he could drink too much, and it turns out that people were easily drunk.

When they were only about twenty meters away from the camp, all the pits on the ground disappeared, which made Loka feel a lot more comfortable. Then he turned over and looked at the tents, like cemeteries and said, "Come on me, kill them all, and everyone will have wine and meat when they go back."

The men outside are for money and reputation, but the men here are just for wine and meat and women, and everything else is fake. It is really ridiculous that you and the other party pay attention to so-called human nature.

It is said that since you win, why do you still kill everyone?

It’s not because of ruthlessness, but because there is a word in this world called justice.

These people rushed into the camp with their scimitars in their hands and riding wild and hard-to-dressed horses. To them, these people were all timid beasts like foxes. As long as they had a louder voice, they would be scared to hide.

However, when they were about to rush in, they suddenly heard the voice of the leader Loka, "Stop, come back..."

Unfortunately, there is only a little distance. You can say you want to rush up. If you want to stop, hehe, that is impossible, because when you hold the reins, the horses will not stop so quickly. Then they see that there are many more people behind the tents they see, and then they are holding strong crossbows in their hands. And these people are really very damaged because they don’t shoot the horse at all, but aim at the heads of the people rushing over. At such a close distance, it is difficult for you to avoid it. The other party’s strong crossbow seems to be very accurate. The first batch of more than 50 people came over and were all shot. Then, without waiting for Loka to speak, these people turned around and ran away without any desire to fight.

When Loka watched the horse running here, he was angry when he saw the death of his subordinates on the ground. These people were very skillful in their techniques. They killed their people directly and turned around and ran away. What is this? Are they not planning to be in charge anymore?

Loka is a good-tempered person, so his gentleness is sometimes the cruelest ambition.

"Raise it for me and cut all these people into meat sauce."

Loka raised his hand again, and the men rushed over again.

But this time we were still greeted with countless crossbow arrows, and they seemed to be different from the soldiers they had known before. In the past, they used to win by number, which means that if they shot out ten arrows, they would just shoot one of them. But now the people Loka encountered seemed a bit weird. They shot very accurately and did not stay in the same place. As long as they succeed, they would move to the place.

However, although the strong crossbow is good, the number is not large. When Loka sacrificed about 200 people, he finally rushed over. When he looked at the group of people holding short swords in his hands standing there looking at him with a cold face, he couldn't help but say, "I think you can resist it at what time?"

Then the person behind him pounced over. When the scimitar in his hand was about to cut the first person's neck directly, he found that the broken knife in the other party's hand was like a life-seeking trap. He directly resisted his scimitar, and then took a few steps back. At the same time, the short knife in the other person's hand was directly inserted into the knight's thigh, and it cooperated very well. It seemed that he had done this many times.

In this way, in just a short while, the people in Loka's hand were damaged by more than seventy again, but he rushed over. The scimitar in his hand slashed the man in front, but was blocked by the other party. However, he still rushed to the ground diagonally opposite. When his horse was about to step on this guy to death, there were five people immediately, and the short sword in his hand was about to attack his BMW.

In Loka's eyes, the horse is his own son. If you want to kill his son, what are you thinking? So he pulled the reins and turned the direction. When he wanted to do it, he found that the five people just now had become ten people, and these people had a smell that only dead people could have.

"Who are you?"

He had to take the horse and retreat several steps, and looked at the people in a cold voice and asked, "These people are definitely not ordinary Tang people."

"Haha, you came to see us in the middle of the night but didn't know who we are. Isn't that funny?"

A giant man walked slowly towards here with a mace in his hand. His simple clothes could not cover up his macab and the scars on his muscles. The mace was dragged on the ground, walking forward like a walk. The people who were about to attack him just now dispersed and gave in to the giant man.

"Who are you? You are not Tangren?"

Loka felt that his throat was a little dry. This guy was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Who wants you a savage man to take care of it? You dare to disturb us to rest tonight. I think you are impatient to live, right?" Xing Tian asked coldly at the strong man in front of him. In Songzhou, he had not learned anything else. Ye Tan's stinginess was very good at learning. You dare to come to us for trouble. Are you trying to die?

"Hehe, no matter who you are, you come to find trouble in the bright spot. You should all die." After saying this, Loka was about to carry a knife to kill the strong man, but when he heard his voice, he couldn't help but stop.

"Stop, you'll get off the horse now, let's fight again."

"What, are you scared?" Loka asked disdainfully, so what if you are a strong man, isn't I?

"No, your horse is not yours now, so if it is damaged, it will be bad. Our country people's habit of doing things cannot be wasted."

Xing Tian explained word by word, making Loka feel that his head is not easy to use. What does it mean? Now it is still the horse he rides on. Do you think it is yours? Where do you come from? Are you talking about the demons on Kunlun Mountain?

"Hehe, you are really good. I agree to you once for your good deeds."

Loka turned over and dismounted, and then the scimitar in his hand, which was almost twice as long as others, looked particularly dazzling in front of the orange fire. He thought to himself, "Don't you know that my infantry battle is more powerful?"

Because of his weight, his horse is very large, but even so, his horse is not suitable for horse fighting, because the weight is too powerful, and if there is a white camel, it can be done, but unfortunately, he didn't.

"Come on, let me try your sensation."

After Loka said this, the scimitar in his hand easily drew several arcs in the air like a piece of paper, and then took Xing Tian's neck directly at a very fast speed, and some sounds of air were slashed through the air.

"Bang..."

Xing Tian’s wolf teeth mace was extremely wide and more than two meters long. He held it like a huge rock and blocked the opponent’s attack. He held it with one hand and fire was splashing everywhere, as if it was smoking.

"Not bad, not bad, I still have some strength, but this is not enough, try mine."

Xing Tian was originally very capable, and because of his physical condition, he became even more powerful. However, nothing was as good as his understanding after being injured after being attacked by Ye Tuo last time. People always do things that others find strange between life and death. For him, the strangest thing now is the murderous intent that cannot be suppressed in his heart.

He shook the mace suddenly and pushed the Loka mace over, then held the mace in his hand like Sun Dasheng's golden cudgel, and directly smashed it into his head.

Loka turned around and avoided the attack. Then the scimitar in his hand went straight into the other party's chest like a spirit snake coming out of a hole. At the same time, his legs supported his entire body with force, as if he was trying his best.

The moment Xing Tian's mace hit the ground, it suddenly jumped up and directly smashed his scimitar. Then the mace in his hand hit his head like a small wooden stick. At the beginning, Loka could still dodge it, but his speed was really too fast. Running and wind was almost his movement. So, when Loka stepped back seven or eight steps, the mace in Xing Tian's hand hit his shoulder directly. He wanted to dodge, but found that the mace in the other party's hand was like a scimitar, directly smashing his arm.

"Ah..." The scimitar in Loka's hand fell to the ground, and then he wanted to grab the arm that had fallen to the ground, but found that the other party had no intention of retreating at all, but rushed over, "I, I surrender."

Looking at the hand he stretched out, Xing Tian's smiled and his face turned pale suddenly, and he couldn't help but say angrily, "Don't surrender."

Then the mace in his hand was like a soul-tempting soul-catching stick, which directly hit the other party's head. Loka felt that his head was hit by a mountain. When she wanted to avoid it, Xing Tian came in more than ten times in one breath.

A good-looking head turned bloody, which was really disgusting.

Then the people following Loka were not afraid, but instead looked a little excited. They rushed over with a whistle. However, in Xing Tian's hand, the mace was the death talisman. As long as they hit one of them, they would fly out. Don't look at hundreds of people, but he was very fast and looked very scary. By the time he ended, almost all the remaining people were dead, and the horses had no other changes.

But just as he stopped, he suddenly said something, and made a person like a pole leave quickly, but it was impossible.

"You came last night and I didn't treat you well. If you leave now, wouldn't it mean that I don't know how to treat guests?"

After Xing Tian finished speaking, he rushed over with a mace, while those who came to pack the horses saw Xing Tian’s speed was like a ghost, and a bamboo pole in front of him was still running there, the speed was like flying on grass.

But Duliang was not very relieved, and the grass snake sent here.

The name of the grass snake means that when this person runs fast, it is like a snake flying in the air, extremely fast and very vague.

He came here and before he could finish what he wanted to see, Loka was dead, and the rest of the people died, so he wanted to run back to report the news as soon as possible, but just after running through a mountain, he heard the heavy footsteps of the man behind him, as if he was following him, and was about to rush over at any time.

He really regrets it now, why didn’t he lead a horse? Why should he be so curious and not leave first?

Unfortunately, he had no chance to continue thinking because he felt a gust of wind rushing towards his head, as if it was a stick.

When he thought that Loka had been smashed into meat sauce by this stick, he quickly lowered his head. As a result, his speed dropped at the moment of his head down. Xing Tian, ​​who was following him, ran over directly, then kicked him to the ground, looked at him panting and said, "Can you run very well?"

Caoshe felt that his waist was about to break. This feeling was really uncomfortable, but when he saw the beads of sweat flowing from the other party's majestic muscles, he knew that he was no match for him at all.

"Aren't you afraid of the punishment of King Duoliang?" Caoshe's Chinese is not good, but it can still be understood. After these years, Chinese is often a kind of glory, not a burden.

"He's dead."
Chapter completed!