Yan Liqiang continued to rush forward. After cutting off the two horse legs, the long sword that was swirling back, and was grabbed by Yan Liqiang, and instantly, Yan Liqiang threw it out again.

The sword flew over dozens of meters of space. The Shatu warrior who fell off the horse had just bounced up from the ground. Before he could react, the swirling sword had cut through his waist. With a snorkeling, he divided him into two sections from his waist, and fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, there was no Shatu person standing in front of Yan Liqiang.

There was a strong smell of blood in the small valley.

The swirling sword drew a beautiful arc and flew back again, but was caught by Yan Liqiang.

Holding the long sword, Yan Liqiang walked towards the last target step by step...

A rhinoceros dragon horse with a broken leg could not get up after falling down. Under the rhinoceros dragon horse, there was an old man named Shatu with a sinister face and a disheveled hair. There was an arrow wound on the shoulder of the old man Shatu. It should have been injured by Yan Li in the tent before. Most of the old man's body was stained with blood.

The old man Shatu was struggling on the ground, trying to pull out one of the legs that were trapped in stirrups from under the body of the Rhinoceros Dragon Horse. However, the heavy body of the Rhinoceros Dragon Horse was as heavy as a mountain to the old man.

Looking at Yan Liqiang walking over with a long sword, the old man Shatu stopped struggling, his eyes contracted, and his whole body gasped violently, "Who are you? We are the regular caravans of Shatu, protected by the laws of your Han Empire, why do you attack us? If you want wealth, you will be in that tent?" The old man also stretched out his trembling hand, pointed to a tent not far away, and then his other hand subconsciously covered his arms...

Yan Liqiang stopped ten steps away from the old man and did not keep approaching. Yan Liqiang was still a little afraid of the methods of these Shatu people's flame god priests. These priests of the Flame Mountain God sect were all old men. They seemed weak, but when it comes to vicious means, they could not be guarded against.

Hearing the old man Shatu's words, Yan Liqiang smiled, his eyes swept over the priest of the Fire God Sect, and he smiled coldly, "Stop pretending, you must know who I am. The three people you sent to Pingxi City are probably dead. Now it's your turn. What last words do you have in the end!"

"How did you know we are here?" Old man Shatu suddenly calmed down, and the look of fear on his face disappeared in an instant. He asked at Yan Liqiang.

"Well, for the sake of your death, it's okay for me to tell you..." Yan Liqiang's eyes rolled and he said casually, "The reason why I know you are here and set up a trap in the city is of course someone told me. Don't think that you Shatu people are just a solid piece. If you die here, except for Lin Qingtian, you will be disappointed, and there will naturally be someone in the Seven Tribes of Shatu to be happy!"

"Impossible..." The old man Shatu's face changed drastically, and then he suddenly became ferocious, looking at Yan Liqiang, "We Shatu people will not let you go..."
Chapter completed!