Then, with a click, the whole world became quiet.

Wolf Qing's seven orifices bleed.

The broken knife threw his body backwards: "Those who cross the line will die!"

"Bang--"

Lang Qingzhi's body fell heavily in front of Shentu Mengyun.

His eyes widened, his face was unwilling, but his vitality was extinguished.

"Do you dare to kill my brother?"

Shentu Mengyun was very sad and angry, and then roared: "Shoot him to death, kill him!"

Countless wolf soldiers abandoned their sabers and drew their guns with their backhands.

"when!"

At this moment, on a cold rainy night, doors and windows were suddenly opened on both sides of the long street.

A black knife, black-clothed and black-masked Truman flashed out like a phantom.

This team is not too many people, but it is equipped with a different aura from the elite wolf soldiers.

It is not only murderous aura and fighting spirit, but also a sense of cruelty that is extremely cold.

They were all black, as if they could not even reflect a trace of light, and they were as dark as ink.

They run in a consistent manner, with the same degree and movements, and two hundred people, but they are like one person.

No, it's like a black line drawn.

They flew down from a high place.

Two hundred people slashed at Shentu Mengyun's guard camp like a long black knife.

Shentu Mengyun's face changed drastically: "Be careful, shoot!"

"kill--"

The moment the wolf soldiers were about to roar and shoot, the two hundred dead soldiers pouring down disappeared.

Black clothes, black mask, black sword and night are completely mixed together.

At the same time, the lights around dimly dim.

The disappearance of the target and the change in vision made countless wolf soldiers look silent.

Their hands holding the guns were slightly relaxed.

Just when they were in a daze, a large blade of light flew up from the night sky like rain.

“Zheng~~

Accompanied by a metal tremolo, two hundred Truman dead soldiers rushed down and slashed out with a thunder.

Because their movements were too neat, the sound of being unsheathed gathered into a long moan.

At the same time, what shines everyone's eyes is the murderous intent that bursts out!

Wow, it was so heavy, and countless swords suddenly rose in the rain.

Two hundred wolf soldiers splattered blood at the same time and turned around at the same time, falling from the horse's back like wood.

Extremely neat and powerful!

"Swoosh!"

At this time, the sound of swords sounded again between heaven and earth, endless harshness and shock.

Countless black swords slashed Shentu Mengyun, who had no time to retreat.

"Crazy--"

Shentu Mengyun instantly turned into eighteen pieces, and he flew out without any eyes closed.

At this moment, the heaven and earth were extremely cold.

The blade hangs blood, and the blood is endless.

Truman, who is competing with?
Chapter completed!