Feng Sanyue was flustered, but Fang Bo Ming became more calm.

It's just the three blood-qi styles that are so common that they can't be more common!

But swordsmanship is not the key factor in deciding the battle, the mentality is.

The calm Fang Bo's name is more and more in line with the swordsmanship, and the power of the swordsmanship is gradually increasing.

Not only that, but his state has also driven the cronies around him. After a set of tricks, Feng San has been forced to the point where it is difficult to compete!

Feng San also knew that the situation was over, and immediately glared at Fang Bo Ming fiercely, the machete in his hand suddenly burst, and tyrannical energy burst out from his body.

He directly forced Fang Boming to retreat, and then he took a vertical leap and came directly to the horse's back.

Holding the reins, Feng San reluctantly forgot Fang Bo's name.

The strength gap between the two sides still exists.

Once Feng San showed his tyrannical strength, Fang Boming had no room for resistance at all, and was directly thrown out, his chest turned over and over again, and his eyes were full of unwillingness to stare at Feng San.

Feng San didn't listen too much and made a whistle.

The horse bandits hurriedly began to retreat.

How arrogant they were at the beginning, how embarrassed they are now fleeing.

On the contrary, the people in the reserve camp were a little bit red-eyed, and they even took the initiative to pursue them.

Fang Bo Ming knows how cunning these horse bandits are.

And this is their territory!

If they get the chance, then the original victory for the reserve camp will be all in vain!

Fang Bo Ming was more calm, and hurriedly greeted the people from the preparatory camp to come back, not to be too impulsive.

Fortunately, the sound of the bugle was the eternal needle in the hearts of everyone in the reserve camp. When the bugle sounded, everyone stopped chasing, and only then did they realize that their hands and feet were a little weak.

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

"No! Not anymore!"

Huang Butiao shook his head, then took a deep look at the corpses of the horse bandits on the ground, and then looked at the reserve battalion soldiers who were rookies but now full of murderous aura, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: " Unexpected! Such a group of people would have such a transformation!"

"It's hard to see such blood even in the Northwest!"

Listening to the emotion in Huang Butiao's mouth, Liu Zhengyang didn't say much, and then put his toes on the ground and chased the fleeing Feng San and others.

The yellow cloth strip hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but follow.

If it were an ordinary situation, Liu Zhengyang would not have taken action, but the sudden and purposeful arrival of these horse bandits shows that it has a great relationship with Fang Yanbin.

Since this is the case, Liu Zhengyang is a little curious about what happened there!

Feng San's heart was full of depression.

He never dreamed that he would lose to a group of rookies! Even he can't even figure out why he failed today, it seems that he is in a daze, and his own people have lost so miserably.

In such a situation, what can he do?

Is there any better way than retreat?

there is none left!

Feng San's expression was extremely gloomy, and this time, a different kind of defeat also made the arrogant horse bandits in the past become somewhat silent.

The appearance of Liu Zhengyang broke the silence, but Feng San showed a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.