Maid Crossing 3: Mad Concubine Overwhelms the World

Chapter 389 Wild North, Wild Wolf Army [28]

Looking at the black shadows who were lying or sitting in the grass in front of him, he jumped up in panic when he heard the words, and the corners of Yebei's mouth immediately raised up mockingly: "No matter what method you use, survive and kill them!"

After the sound fell, his body suddenly accelerated, and he plunged into the group of soldiers who had been slacking off during the first training camp.

He stood still, lazily crossing his arms.

Looking at the densely packed enemies coming in this direction with raised eyebrows, he sighed softly: "I really don't know if you are lucky or unlucky, but on the first day, there is such a good opportunity for you to train!"

Ye Bei's words made those people stunned.

In the mountains and fields, there are hazy black shadows everywhere.

Surrounded by the enemy, their relatively small number of three or four hundred people was at least three or four times worse than the opponent!
Looking at the enemy who was approaching, the big man who contradicted Yebei during the day drew out the cross knife from his waist with his backhand.

"Opportunity is a good opportunity, even the chance of death is big enough!"

Taking a step forward, he gritted his teeth and growled, "Brothers, if you don't want to die, fight!"

"Fighting requires skill!"

Yebei listened to his roar, and a voice that was so cold that he didn't have any emotional fluctuations followed.

After the voice fell, the body standing lazily among the soldiers suddenly rushed forward.

The wrist was pulled horizontally, and the cold frost blade held in the palm of the hand moved forward to cut through the night sky along with the figure.

When he passed his soldiers, Yebei's arm holding the cold blade accelerated accordingly.

The cold light surged and disappeared in a flash, disappearing into the chest of an enemy at the front.

As soon as the sharp blade pierced the opponent's heart an inch, Yebei's whole body suddenly stopped.

"With such a trauma, it is enough to cut off any vitality of the enemy. It is a waste of time and effort to move forward!"

When Ye Bei spoke clearly, word by word from his red lips, the cold frost blade he held in his hand quickly retreated from the enemy's chest.

Without stopping, he cut the throat of the person next to him in a flowing manner: "At this time, any waste may be fatal!"

(End of this chapter)