Feng Sanyue was flustered, and Fang Bo's name became more calm, one knife after another, there were no fancy moves, nor was it a terrifying sword technique.

It's just the three forms of blood and energy that are so ordinary that they can't be ordinary!

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

Fang Bo's name under the calmness became more and more in line with the sword technique, and the power of the sword technique gradually increased.

Not only that, but his state of affairs also drove the cronies around him, with a set of tricks, and even forced the Feng San to the point where it was difficult to contend!

Feng San also knew that the general situation was over, and immediately glared at Fang Boming viciously. The scimitar in his hand suddenly burst, and the tyrannical vigor burst out from his body.

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

Holding the reins, Feng San gave Fang Bo's name a little unwillingly.

After all, the strength gap between the two sides still exists.

Once Feng San burst out of his tyrannical strength, Fang Boming had no room to resist, he was directly shocked and flew out, his chest was overwhelmed, and his eyes were full of unwillingness to stare at Feng San.

The inside cover didn't listen too much, and he gave a whistle.

The horse bandits hurriedly began to retreat.

How arrogant at first, how embarrassed they are now.

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

Fang Boming knew how cunning these horse bandits were.

And this is their place!

If they catch the opportunity, then all the original victories for the reserve camp will be wiped out!

Fang Boming was more calm, and he hurried to greet the people from the reserve camp to come back, not to be too impulsive.

Fortunately, the sound of the bugle was the eternal dinghai divine needle in the hearts of everyone in the reserve camp. When the sound of the bugle sounded, everyone stopped pursuing it, 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 about it? Do you still think so now?"

"No! Not anymore!"

The yellow cloth strip shook his head, and then took a deep look at the corpses of the horse bandits on the ground, and then looked at the murderous reserve soldiers who were originally novices, and finally he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: " Unexpectedly! Such a group of people would have such a transformation!"

"Such bloodyness is hard to see even in the Northwest!"

Listening to the emotion in the mouth of the yellow cloth, Liu Zhengyang didn't say much, and then pointed his toes on the ground and pursued the fleeing Feng San and others.

The yellow strip hesitated, but couldn't help but follow it.

If it is normal, Liu Zhengyang would not take action, but the sudden arrival of these horse bandits is so purposeful, which shows that there is a great connection with Fang Yanbin.

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

Feng San's heart was filled with depression.

He couldn't even dream that he was defeated by a group of rookies! Even he couldn't even figure out why he failed today. It seemed that he was confused, his own defeat was so miserable.

Under such circumstances, what can he do?

Is there a better way other 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 a little silent.

The appearance of Liu Zhengyang broke the silence, but a cruel smile appeared at the corner of Feng San's mouth.