The group of warriors who came solely to kill bandits moved too far ahead too quickly, their clothes too flimsy, easily torn apart.
Jiang Anyi was pierced through the heart, pinned to the ground.
Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted, his entire body froze, eyes staring forward.
He saw even further into the distance.
At the same time, the mountains on both sides collapsed with a roar, large rocks falling down below.
In panic, many martial artists either fled forward or retreated back, thus enduring numerous attacks. Almost everyone who survived was injured, buried under a military family's lethal formation accumulated for who knows how long.
Neat and uniform, the consecutive impacts of the military family's killing move, then ropes fell down from the cliffs on both sides, and martial artists in black armor descended from the heights. Unlike the Great Wilderness Stronghold bandits encountered before, these people's faces showed no angry madness, no hysteria of being cornered.
Only cold and calm, calm to a terrifying degree.
When landing, they rolled on the ground to dissipate the initial force, then slammed their shields heavily on the ground, guarding against enemies who could no longer pose a threat. Behind them, one wielding a spear abruptly thrust through a gap in the shields, instantly piercing the heart of a martial artist.
After withdrawing, two shields struck that martial artist to the ground.
They marched forward in unison.
Each group of six, two shield and blade bearers in front, one spear thrust, bows and crossbows on the sides, the person behind holding a sword, eight broad swords.
Shield and blade to fend off the enemy, spear thrust at the heart.
Bows and crossbows for long-range suppression.
The person behind used the broad sword to reap.
In total several units, cold and ruthless, harvesting the so-called Jianghu elites with astonishing precision and efficiency. Those disciples of great sects in Jianghu could easily kill these black-armored martial artists one-on-one, but now, they were effortlessly slaughtered.
The slaughter ended before any rescue could arrive.
The black-armored warriors acted with ease, skillful in their movements. Even when facing opponents with greater martial arts skills, they did not hesitate, as if, as long as they gathered together, no one could defeat them.
Even when facing the vigorous qi that could likely kill them, the advancing shield and blade bearers did not hesitate.
They only needed to buy a moment.
With this confidence, even if they could only hold on for a few breaths, before they would be killed, their companions would certainly make the strongest strike, buying them breathing time.
This side's martial artists retreated repeatedly, instinctively backing away, moving away from the human hell in front, the dense scent of blood stripping them of their pride, unconsciously retreating continuously, and for this reason, Wang Anfeng, originally at the back, ended up appearing at the front.
Both fists slowly clenched.
Only forty-eight people, like forty-eight suits of armor, yet the experts of Jianghu on this side dared not act rashly. Their age no longer young, wearing dark, worn-out armor, the place where they rotated to cover the waist badge was just a piece already rubbed unrecognizable.
In front of them, one person strode out.
Fourth Rank aura, wearing armor, but with a mask hanging from his face, his gaze fell on Lv Yingbo, paused for a moment, and said:
His voice was cold, like the clash of knives and swords.
Lv Yingbo's eyes widened, his palm trembled slightly, gritting his teeth:
"It is you, it is you!"
"Where are the others?" Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI(F)ire.net
The man in mysterious armor spoke with an indifferent voice:
"Others? No need for others."
"Just us is enough to bury you all here."
"But I never imagined that you turned out to be the traitor."
Another voice, suppressed with rage, sounded.
"Traitor? Wasn't it you?"
The man was slightly stunned, those who had not retreated yet and were still relatively close heard this voice, Yue Yue, with tears in her eyes, subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, then her eyes widened slightly.
Not some renowned expert, not some sect elder.
The young man in black, who had previously behaved like an ordinary martial artist, walked forward, surpassing the two "protecting" him.
He seemed to walk slowly, but they couldn't react at all,
A swing of his hand, a saber in the style of the Great Qin Broad Saber resounded sharply, landing in his hand, slightly vibrating, the blade lifted. While everyone else retreated, only he, against the formless, intangible tide, pointed the sharp edge directly at the officer-looking man.
The usually gentle eyes, unmoved by ridicule, neglect, or shame, were now fiercely fluctuating with emotion.
His left hand flipped from his bosom, a square white jade fell from the lapel.
The lapel of the mysterious armored man also held one.
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