Zhao Haiping hurriedly drew out his saber and fought with the barbarian soldiers.

At this time, he finally saw the faces of these barbarian soldiers clearly at close range. The braids on their heads also had many small pieces of animal bones and animal teeth as decorations. Their faces were smeared with oil paint. They all looked like fierce gods.

, very scary.

The gleaming scimitar struck his head. Zhao Haiping hurriedly raised the sword to parry. When the two swords collided, he felt his arm shake violently and the tiger's mouth was in severe pain.

"Fuck! This guy is so fierce!"

Zhao Haiping found that this barbarian soldier seemed even more outrageous than the red-armored guard in the previous copy!

Of course, this is probably because Zhao Haiping plays different roles in the two dungeons, so his physical fitness and combat skills are very different.

Before, he controlled the body of Nie Rang, the number one swordsman at that time, but now he is just a small soldier. Of course, the two cannot be compared.

Before Zhao Haiping had time to think about it, the ferocious barbarian soldier had already swung wildly, and the cold light flashed across Zhao Haiping's throat!

He only felt a chill on his neck, and then a large amount of blood spurted out, blurring his vision.
Chapter completed!