Chapter: 1455
�Then I�m afraid that�s the end of our negotiations.�
Mok Hanseong smiled mischievously.
In the meantime, the siege of Ghost Brigade was completed.
A tiger did its best even when catching a rabbit.
It was the same with the Ghost Brigade.�
They did their best no matter who their enemy was. That�s how Mok Hanseong trained him.
Mok Hanseong thought that he had bought some time for his men to surround Pyo-wol without giving him any relevant information, but Pyo-wol actually had obtained the information he wanted from them.
�So they�re war mercenaries from outside the Central Plains.�
Pyo-wol doesn�t know if there�s a better way of describing them, but at the moment, there�s no other word to define them.
They weren�t just a group of mercenaries like the Black Cloud Corps.
They were far more elaborate and highly trained warriors.�
�I think we�ve seen enough of each other now. Kill him.�
Mok Hanseong ordered.
Cwaeac!
At that moment, an arrow went flying towards Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol flung himself backwards to avoid the arrow. Then, some of the members jumped out and fired arrows at them.
It was only about half the size of a normal arrow. Its size was enough for a child to play with. But its power was beyond imagination.
Cwaeac! Cwaeaac!
Every time an arrow was fired, the sound of the air being ripped echoed.
Even just brushing against the arrow could cause a serious injury. If the arrow landed properly, the person should at least be prepared to lose at least one limb.
The arrows they used were not from Jianghu. It�s a precious object brought from the faraway Haedong1, and its power surpassed Jianghu�s arrows several times.
As the archers shot their arrows, the swordsmen who were waiting charged Pyo-wol at great speed.
Chelcoc!
They approached Pyo-wol in unison.
They bent their waist in the same posture, drew their sword at the same speed, and attacked Pyo-wol.
Suac!
Silvery sword lights shone in all directions.
Pyo-wol avoided their attacks by a narrow margin.
Tatatak!
By the time Pyo-wol could hear another set of footsteps, warriors holding swords jumped over the heads of those in the frontline and attacked him.� JrNovels.com
Mok Hanseong smiled mischievously.
In the meantime, the siege of Ghost Brigade was completed.
A tiger did its best even when catching a rabbit.
It was the same with the Ghost Brigade.�
They did their best no matter who their enemy was. That�s how Mok Hanseong trained him.
Mok Hanseong thought that he had bought some time for his men to surround Pyo-wol without giving him any relevant information, but Pyo-wol actually had obtained the information he wanted from them.
�So they�re war mercenaries from outside the Central Plains.�
Pyo-wol doesn�t know if there�s a better way of describing them, but at the moment, there�s no other word to define them.
They weren�t just a group of mercenaries like the Black Cloud Corps.
They were far more elaborate and highly trained warriors.�
�I think we�ve seen enough of each other now. Kill him.�
Mok Hanseong ordered.
Cwaeac!
At that moment, an arrow went flying towards Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol flung himself backwards to avoid the arrow. Then, some of the members jumped out and fired arrows at them.
It was only about half the size of a normal arrow. Its size was enough for a child to play with. But its power was beyond imagination.
Cwaeac! Cwaeaac!
Every time an arrow was fired, the sound of the air being ripped echoed.
Even just brushing against the arrow could cause a serious injury. If the arrow landed properly, the person should at least be prepared to lose at least one limb.
The arrows they used were not from Jianghu. It�s a precious object brought from the faraway Haedong1, and its power surpassed Jianghu�s arrows several times.
As the archers shot their arrows, the swordsmen who were waiting charged Pyo-wol at great speed.
Chelcoc!
They approached Pyo-wol in unison.
They bent their waist in the same posture, drew their sword at the same speed, and attacked Pyo-wol.
Suac!
Silvery sword lights shone in all directions.
Pyo-wol avoided their attacks by a narrow margin.
Tatatak!
By the time Pyo-wol could hear another set of footsteps, warriors holding swords jumped over the heads of those in the frontline and attacked him.� JrNovels.com
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