Because this caravan is not too big, the mercenary group sent more than a hundred people and felt it was enough. After all, a large horse thieves group would not take action against a small caravan. That would obviously be a waste of talent.
This time, the opponent's horse thieves group has more than 200 people. They have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers. They are also people who lick blood on the tip of a knife. Their ferocity and strength are not much different. There are almost two pairs.
In a state of one, many members of the mercenary group were soon injured or killed, and the ratio quickly narrowed towards three to one.
At a time like this, who would notice a figure suddenly appearing in mid-air?!
The cold moon is like frost.
In the night sky, Dan stood in the sky, his red robe dancing fiercely in the night wind, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and there was a faint flash of blood in them.
Looking at the chaotic crowd below, his eyes had long lost the fear he had when facing Chu Tianjiao, but he was like a towering giant looking at the ants.
As he raised his right hand slightly, a long bloody whip appeared in his hand. It was neither gold nor silver, nor sinew nor skin. But that kind of whip was made of blooming flowers one after another.
Even the handle of the whip is blooming with bright red petals.
There are flowers, stems, and no leaves!
The flowers are as red as blood.
With a wave of his hand, his man and the long whip circled in the air in a strange posture. In an instant, the sky was filled with red light, and countless red bright spots fell from the whip. From a distance, it looked like dancing stars.
Fireworks, but there is a strange aroma in the air.
That is the fragrance of Manzhu Shahua. The flowers blooming on Huangquan Road will make you fall in love with them and think of the happiest moment in your life.
The knife that was originally chopping in the air suddenly became powerless. The murderous spirit of the horse thief holding the knife suddenly disappeared, revealing a smile as pure as a baby's. And his opponent, the mercenary man who had been prepared to die with him, was almost there.
At the same time, he put away the dagger that was halfway stabbed, and slowly lowered his right hand holding the dagger. Tears overflowed from the corners of the eyes of the guy who had been hit by several arrows without even frowning.
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The chaotic crowd instantly turned into silence.
Ding-dang-dang-dang--that's the sound of weapons falling from hands.
Not only these ordinary horse thieves and mercenaries, but also Duan Jiulin and the opponent's leader who were fighting fiercely paused for a few seconds unconsciously. Feeling something strange, the two of them covered their mouths and noses at the same time, sealing their own.