Feng Sanyue was panicked, and Fang Boming became more calm, one knife after another, without any fancy moves or shocking sword techniques.

It’s just the three blood and energy styles that are so ordinary that they can’t be more ordinary!

But sword skills are not the key factor that determines combat, mentality is.

The calmness of the square wave name is becoming more and more consistent with the sword technique, and the power of the sword technique is gradually increasing.

Not only that, his condition also inspired his confidants around him. After a combo, he forced Feng San to an unbeatable level!

Feng San also knew that the situation was hopeless, so he glared at Fang Boming fiercely, and a scimitar in his hand suddenly burst out from his body.

He forced Fang Boming back, and then he jumped straight to the horse's back.

Holding the reins, Feng San forgot Fang Boming with some reluctance.

The gap in strength between the two sides still exists after all.

Once Feng San burst out with his powerful strength, Fang Boming had no room for resistance and was directly shocked, his chest was overturned, and his eyes were full of unwillingness to stare at Feng San.

Feng San didn't obey the orders too much and whistled.

The bandits hurriedly began to retreat.

The more arrogant they were at the beginning, the more embarrassing their backs were now.

The people in the preparation camp were a little jealous and actually started chasing.

Fang Boming knew very well how cunning these horse bandits were.

And this is their territory!

If they seized the opportunity, then the original victory for the preparatory camp will be gone!

Fang Boming was more calm and hurriedly called on the people from the preparation camp to come back, so he should not be too impulsive.

Fortunately, the sound of the military horn is the eternal stabilization needle in the hearts of the people in the preparatory camp. When the sound of the military horn sounded, everyone stopped chasing, and at this time they realized that their hands and feet were already weak.

Liu Zhengyang tilted his head and glanced at the yellow cloth strip: "How is it? Do you still think so now?"

"No! No!"

Huang Budian shook his head, then looked deeply at the corpses of the horse bandits on the ground, and then looked at the soldiers of the reserve camp who were originally rookies but now full of murderous aura. Finally, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect! Such a group of people would actually transform like this!"

"It's hard to see such bloodiness even in the northwest!"

Listening to the feeling in the yellow cloth strip, Liu Zhengyang didn't say much, but then pointed his toes on the ground and chased Feng San and others who were fleeing.

The yellow cloth strip hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but follow him.

If it was a normal situation, Liu Zhengyang would not take action, but the sudden arrival of these horse bandits is so purposeful, which shows that they have a lot to do with Fang Yanbin.

Since this is the case, Liu Zhengyang was a little curious about what was going on there!

Feng San's heart was filled with depression.

He never dreamed that his own defeat was defeated by a group of rookies! He couldn't even figure out why he failed today. It seemed that his own people were defeated so miserably.

In such a situation, what can he do?

Is there any better way besides retreating?

there is none left!

Feng San's expression was extremely gloomy, and this different defeat made the arrogant Ma Bandit a little silent.
Chapter completed!