At this moment, the long spear in the young man's hand was like a silver snake under the moonlight.
Thrust forward with lightning speed, pierce!
Thud!
In an instant, it pierced through the throat of a skinny Great Han.
Then, in the horrified gaze of the man with the scarred face.
The spear tip rotated flat to the left, tearing through the neck, splattering blood onto his skull.
Crack!
Amidst the sound of a bursting watermelon, two figures in front of Liang Hui successively hit the ground.
He turned to the side, looking towards Tang Tang, who was about to take down the third person.
Liang Hui stretched out his hand to grasp the blue cotton cloth wrapped around the shaft of the spear, using it to wipe the blood-stained spear tip.
Afterward, he slung the spear on his back and took out a bow and arrows.
Place an arrow, draw the string.
He shot at the fleeing riffraff around him.
The young man moved slowly, changing his position, continuously moving his hands.
