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Chapter 1671 Who is fighting?(2/2)

The Truman dead man with a black sword, black clothes and black mask flashed out like a phantom.

This team does not have many people, but it carries a different momentum from the elite wolf soldiers.

Not only was there murderous intent and fighting spirit, but there was also an air of indifference and cruelty to the extreme.

They were all in pitch black, as if not even a trace of light could be reflected, and the darkness was as thick as ink.

They ran in the same direction, moved at the same speed, and moved in the same direction. Two hundred people were like one person.

No, it's like a drawn black line.

They flew down from a high place.

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

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

"Kill--" The moment the wolf soldiers roared and were about to shoot, the two hundred dead soldiers who poured down on them all disappeared.

Black clothes, black masks, black knives completely blend into the night.

At the same time, the surrounding lights dimmed slightly.

The disappearance of the target and the change of vision made countless wolf soldiers stunned.

Their hands holding the firearms relaxed slightly.

Just when they were at a loss, a large piece of sword light flew up from the night sky like rain.

"Zheng~~ With a metallic trembling sound, the two hundred Trumen dead soldiers flew down and struck out with a thunderous sword at the same time.

Because their movements were so neat, the sounds of unsheathing converged into one long groan.

What dazzled everyone's eyes at the same time was the explosive killing intent! Wow, it was raining heavily, and countless swords flashed in the rain.

The two hundred wolf soldiers splattered blood at the same time, turned around at the same time, and fell from the horse's back like logs.

Incomparably neat, extremely powerful! "Whoosh!"

At this time, the sound of sword swinging sounded again between heaven and earth, which was endlessly harsh and shocking.

Countless black knives slashed at Shentu Mengyun who had no time to retreat.

"Crack-" Shen Tu Meng Yun instantly turned into eighteen pieces, and flew out without closing his eyes.

The world was extremely cold at this moment.

The blade is bleeding, and there is no end to the bleeding.
Chapter completed!
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