"yes!"

A squadron of fifty men immediately broke away from the team and rushed towards them.

Jing Hao glanced at the rushing squadron and shouted softly: "He, let's go."

"good!"

Before he finished speaking, Tianmoyu trembled slightly, He took Jing Hao with him, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, they appeared on the flank of the squadron, and the two figures suddenly separated.

The Second Squadron never expected that the enemy not only refused to retreat, but actively attacked them.

In mid-air, a crane dances lightly with a sword in his hand, with mysterious and unpredictable steps under his feet. His loose black clothes are elegant and agile, just like a black crane dancing. His expression is pious, his eyes are as clear as water, and the crane sword in his hand is as natural as his sword moves.

It was like opening a corner of time, and the faint stream that came quietly from the wild ancient times sank into his body from the sword body.

Realizing this breath, the crane's body stretched, like a black crane raising its head and neighing.

Invisible fluctuations, with him as the center, spread silently like ripples.

The squadron leader of the second squadron was shocked. What kind of martial arts was this? He had never encountered such a situation before. The energy flow of the entire squadron was lagging!

As for Jing Hao in the sky, his eyes were unwavering, and the big sword in his hand was trembling and humming. He was already hungry and thirsty.
Chapter completed!