"Ding ding ding~"
The sound of light and heavy falls greatly increased the horse bandits' stress while the escort guards felt their blades becoming even swifter as they charged in the opposite direction alongside Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong's swordsmanship quickly shifted into the illusory, effortlessly aiming at vital points, his ability to kill the riffraff instantly was extremely strong.
From practicing swordsmanship at the summit of Mount Dashing God to facing enemies right now, it seemed he had moved from the virtual to the real, which gave birth to some new understandings in his mind.
The shouts and the clashing of weapons continued as four or five of the Demon Cult's fierce followers who faced Zhao Rong fell one by one onto the collapsing straw huts, rolling over in the bodies, sticking the woven straw to themselves, effectively 'burying' themselves.
Seeing the horse bandits retreating step by step,
suddenly,
next to the Hei Tu Gang Leader, a fierce man on a horse leaped up!