Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

As more and more people invaded the barbarian camp, the situation had quietly reversed. If the people who invaded the camp were just bandits, then these barbarians might still be able to fight.

But these people who invaded the mountain stronghold were not just bandits. Their sophisticated weapons, armor and blades were comparable to those of Qin and Zhao's elite, and this was enough to crush the Hu people in terms of equipment.

No matter how brave the barbarians are, they are still not enough in front of the strong armor and sharp blades. One body after another falls under the enemy's blades, and their lives are constantly harvested amidst the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves.

"Who are they? Why did Qin Jun and Zhao Jun appear together?" Touman, who was holding a machete and struggling to kill an enemy, looked at the barbarians in the camp who were constantly being besieged and killed, and his face was already blood red because of the alcohol. .

Whether it is the Qin army or the Zhao army, it is a nightmare for the wolf tribe, but at this time, these two armies that cannot cooperate at all entered the camp at the same time, and what is even more desperate is that he They are still the common enemy of Qin and Zhao. How can we fight such a battle?

"Prince, run away quickly. These are people from Daliang Mountain and Longshan Village. They used to be the Qin Army and the Zhao Army. Now they have invaded the village and it is no longer something we can resist." Zai Touman was about to rush forward. While fighting, an old Hu man quickly grabbed him.

"Aren't they mortal enemies? How could they unite?" Touman, who was already timid, allowed the old man to pull him away, but he still asked forcefully.

"Now is not the time to worry about this, just run away here." At this time, many barbarians had gathered around the old man, including several girls holding scimitars.

"It seems that there will be an unexpected harvest this time." Elsewhere, Yang Ming, who killed a Hu man with an axe, looked around and saw Tou Man who was being protected by a group of Hu men in the center. He still knew that the other party must be The person with the highest status in this barbarian village.

Especially in a place like this, there are actually several beautiful Hu girls serving as guards. How can such people be ordinary people.

Yang Ming, who realized this, said hello, and the bandits around him immediately gathered around and started to kill Touman's Hu people.

At this time, Yang Ming was wearing heavy armor. Facing the barbarians' attack, he only protected the vital areas and allowed the opponent's attacks to fall on him. Amidst a burst of clanging sounds, the mountain ax in his hand danced like a wheel. The simplest and most brutal method was to kill and smash each barbarian.

Wherever the footsteps passed, they left a series of bloody footprints.

"Stop him, stop him." In the midst of screams, each barbarian man waved his weapons and attacked Yang Ming.

Amidst the clanging sounds of gold and iron, the heavy ax held in Yang Ming's hand turned into mournful moon discs, harvesting the lives of the barbarians.

Although Touman and the others escaped quickly, Yang Ming and the others attacked even faster. Even if Touman and the others blocked their lives with their lives, all they would get were pieces of corpses.

With the heavy ax and Yang Ming's power, the Hu people without armor could only have the fate of being cut off.

When Yang Ming was almost within ten steps of the crowd guarding Touman, a vigorous figure suddenly jumped out from the crowd. His sharp and light body turned into an afterimage, shaking the scimitar in his hand and pointing towards Yang Ming's. Eyes drawn.

Faced with the sudden murderous intention, Yang Ming swung the ax in his palm upwards. The notched ax blade was filled with broken bones and flesh with a sonic boom sound. It definitely had the power to disembowel the enemy.

But just when Yang Ming's ax blade was about to cut open the opponent's belly, the figure twisted a strange curve in the air and managed to avoid the disemboweling blow by sticking close to the ax blade.

In an instant, the body that looked like a water snake stretched out its arm, swinging the scimitar in its hand, and cut towards Yang Ming's wrist.

Yang Ming retracted his arm and used his gauntlet to block the opponent's attack. Only then did he see two eyes looking at him coldly.

In a burst of sparks, with the help of Yang Ming's counterattack, the figure jumped up, and its two long legs turned into two long whips and twisted towards Yang Ming's neck.

The person who came here was obviously very good at fighting. He knew that for a 'fierce general' like Yang Ming, who was wearing heavy armor and had powerful and heavy moves, he could only use softness to overcome strength.

But does it really work?

In an instant, Yang Ming felt a suffocating feeling. Under the stranglehold of two strong and powerful long legs, a piece of soft flesh with an inexplicable aura buried his face.

But the next moment, the snake was pinched by Yang Ming by seven inches. The opponent's slender waist was held by Yang Ming's left hand.

With a cry of tenderness, Yang Ming threw a limp snake at his feet, and then stepped on it. In a burst of bone cracking sounds, all the bones in his chest were crushed.

The people around Yang Ming gasped uncontrollably at this moment, and they couldn't help but feel chilled by Yang Ming's decisive killing. After all, she was a charming and charming woman, so she could just capture her.

It was obviously impossible for Yang Ming to estimate their thoughts at this time. He had only one real target, and that was the Hu people in front of him who were being protected by everyone.

Just when Yang Ming was about to catch up with the barbarians in front of him, a sharp sword light suddenly burst out from the crowd. Its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch up with Yang Ming, who had already learned the Fengshen Kick.

What made Yang Ming feel colder even more was that there was a faint layer of sword energy on the opponent's long sword. This was a master. A real master could never be a barbarian.

Without any thought, Yang Ming relied on instinct to hold the ax horizontally in front of him. With a sound of gold and iron impacting, a hole was punched out of the thick ax body.

Yang Ming took advantage of the situation and stirred up the ax body. Seeing that the opponent missed the hit, he dodged and retreated. His speed was definitely not inferior to Zi Nu's, especially the speed that he exploded in a short distance. Only Yang Ming's Qinggong with Fengshen Legs Only physical skills can compete with it.

How could anyone among the Hu people possess such light kung fu skills? In particular, this person's movement skills are very similar to those of the old bandit who attacked Heifeng Village and was assassinated.

But the enemy obviously wouldn't give Yang Ming too much chance to think. He had already raised his sword and charged at Yang Ming again. The instantaneous burst of speed in a straight line could only be seen in the eyes of others. The sharp long sword carried a roaring sound. The sound shows its considerable power.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ming was enveloped by the afterimage sword blades. Amidst the collision of gold and iron, the heavy ax in Yang Ming's hand became riddled with holes.

Yang Ming struggled to throw the heavy ax in his hand to force the enemy back. The heavy armor he was wearing now restricted his speed, which was dwarfed by the opponent's strong attack. He saw that he was getting further and further away from the target.

"I'll deal with him, you go hunt down those barbarians." Zi Nu also rushed to Yang Ming's side from a distance at this time. The chain sword in her hand was already pointed at the enemy. At this time, the burden on Yang Ming was too heavy. To deal with such masters of martial arts, people like Zi Nu are needed.

"Keep alive." Yang Ming looked coldly at the enemy standing with a sword.

What does he have to do with the man from Heifeng Village?