The front hooves of the dead soul horse hit the big shield and made a bang. Many of the team members holding the shield on both sides were knocked to fly and fell into the crowd. Their mouths were squirting blood, their arms were bleeding, and their white bones were folded out of the flesh and blood.

The Dead Soul Horse Cavalry charged obviously bypassing the front from the flanks and trying to attack the weak spots.

The thieves on the Dead Soul Horse had already lit up the sabers, maces, iron bones and other long weapons in their hands swung at the people under the horse. Their gray faces were ferocious and their eyes were covered with blood.

The soldiers in the Sanmura below stabbed the spears and spears in their hands, and stabbed them at the thieves without being outdone. Some of them holding short weapons tried to cut off the horse's legs.

People are constantly kicked out by the Dead Soul Horse.

The hostile sides immediately began a violent collision on the white-haired grass, and blood kept spraying out.

The person who could not squeeze in was riding his legs and thrust his sword along the guards and rushing his sword against his shield.

The migration team was also changing its formation. Under the leadership of the warriors, the guards and the young and strong people in the village rushed to the sides of the hands.

The human leg thieves did not regain distance and attack with their mobility. First, they did not have the means to restrict long-range attacks. They were afraid that the other party would attack like the last time. Second, they were just horse thieves. They did not have such a high cooperation. They could only use their height and long weapons to kill the soldiers of the migration team.

The sound of killing on the white-haired grass shook the sky in an instant, and blood kept flowing down, dyeing the white-haired grass red.

The migration team gave up the possibility of horse fighting, because ordinary horses are no match for the dead soul horses that are human-legged.

But there were still people riding horses on the side, it was Zhou Fan.

After slashing the two leg thieves with the rust knife in his hand, he glanced at the battlefield coldly, and the migration team held on, but failed to collapse after being rushed.

Zhou Fan was relieved to stay away from the battle situation, so he rode his horse towards the remaining twelve thieves.

He wants to capture the thief and capture the king first!

The Twelve Thieves had a cold face, but their face turned pale and looked at the bad situation that had been in a stalemate.

If the Wei Gu was not broken, they would not be able to get in at all, so they would forcibly break in?

There are three guard drums there!

They don't want to die yet!

Now I saw Zhou Fan rushing towards them by himself.

The twelve thieves were stunned for a moment. They recognized the young warrior who killed Thirteen. This young warrior might be powerful, but so what?

They have twelve people!

But the young warrior had already entered a range that even eleven people could enter.

"Is this kid crazy?" someone muttered.

"Go and kill him!" The thief shouted coldly with a cold face.

The thief ordered that the eleven thieves rushed out on their dead soul horses, and the weapons in their hands were accompanied by low-level talismans that had been robbed.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zhou Fan. The Dead Soul Horse rushed towards Zhou Fan without stopping.

The first one was the thief Lao Qi. The spear in his hand stabbed Zhou Fan like a poisonous snake that came out of the hole.

Zhou Fan's face was indifferent, his right arm suddenly swelled, and the rust knife in his hand slashed out.

The huge force of 40,000 kilograms made the Red Black Rust Knife easily break the spear that was stabbed, and the Red Black Blade flashed by.

Lao Qi was chopped in half by Xingfrost Rust Knife.

At this time, the Dead Soul Horse, who had lost his master, bumped into it, and the huge impact force made Zhou Fan and his people and horse fly back.

Zhou Fan turned over and rolled down on the white-haired grass, and his clothes were stained with countless white hairs.

The other ten people stopped rushing forward and strangled the horse. They widened their eyes in disbelief and cut off the spear and killed Lao Qi with one knife. This man's strength was so terrifying?

Zhou Fan took back the Xingfrost Rust Knife, he pulled out the giant knife on his back, hooked his fingers provocatively at the ten people.

The ten thieves just felt a flame rising from their lungs, almost bursting out!

In the blink of an eye, the ten thieves rushed towards Zhou Fan on the ground. In their eyes, Zhou Fan who fell to the ground only needed a horse's hoof to step on him!

Zhou Fan's left hand and legs swelled up, which made him taller.

He held the giant knife in both hands, twisted his legs and suddenly rotated. The rotating blade in circles was accompanied by a golden thin and shattered edge, forming a vortex of spiraling.

The ten dead soul horses that rushed into the collision touched the sharp blade. Some horse's heads were broken, some horse's backs were cracked, some horse's belly was cracked, and some horse's feet were broken.

Ten dead soul horses splattered countless black blood and fell to the ground, none of which were spared. The white-haired grass everywhere was completely dyed black and flew up like a black snow falling in the air.

All ten thieves died because of the death of the Dead Soul Horse. The weapons in their hands were even smashed to the ground before they could even stab Zhou Fan. Everyone's face showed a look of horror.

But they never had time to escape.

Zhou Fan's sword had already been slashed.

Lao Ba was split into two sections, Lao Wu was split diagonally from his left shoulder, and Lao Jiu was cut off his head.

While they were stunned, Zhou Fan's knife had already killed three people.

The remaining seven people all burst into huge numbers and rushed towards Zhou Fan.

But Zhou Fan waved his sword and the iron bones in Lao Si's hand shattered, and his whole body was cut into two pieces from his belly.

Lao Liu smashed the copper hammer in his hand.

Zhou Fan waved another knife, Lao Liu's right hand flew up, and countless blood was scattered in the air, and his whole body was broken and opened.

Eleventh and Twelve joined forces to attack, and the blade passed by, and the weapons were disconnected again. Eleventh and Twelve were split into pieces again.

The giant blade of Li Jin Talisman is extremely sharp, and coupled with the bursting tens of thousands of kilograms of strength, none of them is Zhou Fan's one-piece general.

The remaining second and third brothers showed a look of fear in their eyes. If they looked for a mirror, they could clearly know such a look that they had seen in the eyes of those they had killed.

This person is definitely an evil ghost climbed up from hell, it is really terrible.

The two turned around and ran away.

Zhou Fan stepped on his feet, and a round collapse appeared on the ground. His body disappeared from the spot and instantly arrived at the second and third brothers.

The giant knife in his hand swung out, and the sharp and fine golden sharp edge saw the heads of the two men into shattered sauce.

Zhou Fan's body was stained with black blood, and blood was flowing down his cheeks. He just looked coldly at the remaining half-calorie of the thief in the distance.

The smiling falcons circling in the sky made strange laughs, moaning for their dead masters.

In the stalemate battle behind, it seems that the tragedy here has not been discovered yet, or even if it is discovered, it is not enough to care about it.

There were only one of the thirteen thieves in the cold sky in the blink of an eye.

Half Jiao lowered his head slightly, his face and his eyes completely hidden into the black robe. He saw the slaughter of one side just now from beginning to end, and Zhou Fan's strength shocked him.

He felt that he had been fooled, and such a master could only come from Yiluansi, Tianliangli. He didn't know that there was such a master protecting the team in the migration team.

This person is very likely the new Anxi envoy.

Do you want to leave?

As long as he turns around and leaves on the Death Soul Horse, this master will not be able to catch up with him.
Chapter completed!