Jiang Longluo Ma did not see the specific details of the battle, and was even more amazed that Yan Ming was able to defeat one of them even though he was one against three!
He just said that Yan Ming wouldn't last long, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face so soon.
The fight between Yan Ming and the three people seemed complicated, but in fact, it only lasted a few breaths. Jiang Long and Loma barely escaped from the trap without having time to support them.
This little catcher is so fierce, where did he come from?
Why have you never heard of it?
The scene of Zhao Guiyuan hitting the ground hard and raising dust also fell in the eyes of other bandits.
Originally, the bandits were attacking so fiercely that the convoy guards could no longer bear it any longer, and the surrounding formation was gradually getting out of shape.
The battle didn't last long, but it was fierce.
More than half of the convoy guards were killed or wounded.
The bandits wear uniform simple armor, and each of their attacks requires more internal energy than usual to knock them away or injure them severely.
Also beware of sneak attacks from interspersed crossbow arrows.
The bandits also suffered seventy or eighty casualties in the hands of these convoy guards.
Fortunately, these three hundred bandits were all elites brought out by Zhao Guiyuan, and they could barely hold on.
If they were ordinary bandits, they would have broken up and fled long ago in the face of this battle damage.
But when the bandits saw the scene of Zhao Guiyuan being injured and falling to the ground, their offensive suddenly slowed down, as if the last straw had been added.
"No, the leader of the village is dead!"
"The leader of the village was beaten to death by this grandson of Eagle Claw!"
"Damn it, don't move. Who said the leader of the village is dead!"
"Don't retreat, keep attacking!"
"Run!"
All of a sudden, everything was said, and some of the bandits even started to get scared and wanted to flee.
They ran back and collided with the bandits who were pressing forward, adding to the chaos.
"Grandma, who is talking nonsense and cursing me!"
A fierce voice came, and then Zhao Guiyuan's body walked out of the smoke.
However, Zhao Guiyuan was now covered in dust, his face was distorted, and there were several shocking blood holes on his shoulder blades, and he was bleeding profusely.
"Keep charging! Those who escape will die!"
Zhao Guiyuan pointed his golden ring knife at the batch of goods and shouted sharply.
But now, Jiang Long and Loma have also broken free from the shackles of those weird guys.
There are not many Black Lotus Blood Warriors, only about seven or eight of them.
Seeing the bandits coming, Jiang Long and Loma swept out with his sword.
More than a dozen bandits flew out immediately.
Ordinary people like them are still completely incompetent in front of Qi and Blood Realm warriors.
At this time, the sound of fighting in mid-air became more intense.
Just after Yan Ming beheaded Zhao Guiyuan, before he could take advantage of the victory to pursue him, he was already driven back into the air by Yidian Hong and Baoxiang, who were fighting and running away.
Although Yanming has a protective period of immunity from attacks, he should use it sparingly and use good steel on the blade.
It was now past midnight, and the chance that Yan Ming had used in his fight with Tie Shou yesterday had been replenished.
Yan Ming scanned the interface in his mind and found that there was a slight gap in time when Dian Hong and Baoxiang had just attacked together, destroying his two chances of being immune to attacks.
Now there are only eight left.
"let me help you!"
Yan Ming backed up and just received a wave of sharp knives from Bao Xiang, when Luo Ma flew over and blocked Dian Hong.
Below, Jiang Long was fighting with the injured Zhao Guiyuan.
"roll!"
Dian Hong was already very angry. He, who always prided himself on being sophisticated, unexpectedly used a rare curse word.
The long sword swept across, and the sword light poured down like a waterfall, forcing Loma to temporarily retreat.
Dianhong feels a little regretful now. If only she had known better that she would not provoke this little catcher.
The task he received was to assist Zhao Guiyuan in robbing things.
As long as the things are in Zhao Guiyuan's hands, his work is completed, and what happens next has nothing to do with him.
Unexpectedly, the little catcher who thought he could take care of things at will actually messed up the situation like this.
Luoma concentrated on taking the red sword move, thinking of helping Yan Ming share the pressure.
Suddenly I heard a cry for help coming from below.
He looked down and saw that several bandits had already arrived beside the chariot and were preparing to move the boxes on top.
These things are very important, and nothing can go wrong!
Without thinking, Loma turned down and swung his knife to kill the bandit who had climbed onto the box.
When he looked up, he saw Yi Di Hong attacking Yan Ming again, but to his side, several chains thrown by Yan Ming flew towards Di Di Hong.
Loma recognized it. It was a chain that ordinary police officers would carry with them to arrest prisoners. They were usually made of fine steel.
But ordinary people can use this to throw locks. Isn't it vain to try to deal with a little red?
Sure enough, Hong didn't notice it at all, and without even looking, he struck out with his backhand.
The fierce sword energy broke all the first few iron ropes.
I was still sneering in my heart, why would I want to lock myself up with such a gadget?
However, a scratching noise came, and Dianhong turned around in surprise.
He discovered that one of the chains, which looked thin, old, and inconspicuous, did not break. Instead, it rubbed against the sword energy and flew crookedly towards Dian Hong.
"Huh?"
Dian Hong was curious, what material was this chain made of?
Can he actually resist his own sword energy?
But I didn’t take it seriously at all.
The iron chain was hit continuously by the sword energy. It had lost all its strength and its aim was deflected. It was thrown limply by inertia, like a broken hemp rope, without any threat.
A little red figure dodged, trying to get away.
Unexpectedly, just as this inconspicuous iron chain passed by, it suddenly came to life like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.
It made a sharp turn in the air and headed towards a little red stick.
With a hint of red, the sword in his hand accurately hit the chain.
This is completely a subconscious reaction from Dian Hong.
But a more magical picture appeared, the iron rope seemed to be spiritual.
The moment it came into contact with the tip of the sword, the entire length was suddenly attracted to it, and it climbed up along the sword, directly touching the red wrist.
"What is this stuff?"
A little red and numb scalp!
He has severe mysophobia, and he usually has to wipe down tables and stools before touching them.
When you go out to carry out this mere half-day mission, you still have to find a place to stay, rest, and wash up.
When this unknown thing got on my body, a little redness was like an electric shock, and my whole body felt bad.
The momentum of Yidian Hong's sword suddenly stopped and he waved his hand desperately.
But the iron rope had already curled up automatically, winding up in circles like a snake, entangling its prey.
The more Dianhong struggled, the tighter the thing tightened.
One arm was soon restrained.
As the chains tightened, Dian Hong felt that the internal energy was not flowing smoothly, and he suddenly fell down.
Yan Ming's eyes lit up as he was rushing towards him.
"The dragon-binding rope really works!"
Unexpectedly, it would have such a miraculous effect when used in actual combat for the first time.
As long as it is stained, it is as strong as a little red and you can't get rid of it.
However, when Yan Ming raised his hand, a loophole appeared and he was also attacked by Baoxiang.
Several rays of blood rushed towards him, unable to resist, and hit him.
The familiar feeling from before appeared again.
The moment the attack reached him, a magical force helped him block it.
In his mind, the number of immune attacks decreased by two more times, leaving only six.
Baoxiang's blood knife was too tricky and swift. This was because Yan Ming had pushed his body skills to the limit and tried his best to avoid it.
This is the dilemma of fighting more with less. Running away means it is impossible to win.
But if you risk attacking one of them, you will definitely be stretched thin and encounter danger from the other direction.
Baoxiang saw that his blood sword technique had obviously hit Yan Ming, but it was strangely like a stone in the sea again, without causing any waves.
The great monk is not calm at all!
The look he looked at Yan Ming was no longer arrogant, but full of surprise!
Even if a master-level expert were to come, it would be impossible for him to physically resist his attack without any reaction!
And it's obviously not some horizontal kung fu.
This guy is so evil!
