The three cult members let out a low roar and began to fight with Fang Ping and others without any fear of life or death.

Fang Ping struck down with his sword, and the opponent also swept forward with his sword. The sound of the collision spread throughout the camp, and the shouts of the students could already be heard inside.

"Third-grade Dan!"

Fang Ping's eyes were slightly solemn. This was the first warrior of the same level he met after entering the third level, but his energy and blood were much lower.

"when……"

The sound of metal collision continued, and sparks shot out in the night, illuminating each other's faces.

"If you have a good combat skill, show it to yourself!"

Fang Ping stimulated the other party, but as soon as he finished stimulating him, the other party suddenly beat his chest, and the blood all over his body surged violently. The next moment, the big knife in the opponent's hand slashed towards Fang Ping like lightning!

Fang Ping wanted to retreat, but soon his face became solemn, he roared violently, and slashed away with his sword!

"when!"

A huge noise was heard again. Fang Ping's arms trembled, his chest felt tight, and he couldn't help but vomit some blood.

"Fuck, you're really good at it!"

Fang Ping cursed loudly, and was no longer vague. The long knife left a series of afterimages in the air, and he took a step forward. His body was raised a lot, and he continued to chop down!

Fang Ping, who was standing in the air realm, occupied the advantageous position and slashed with his sword. The opponent could not avoid it and had to defend.

The sound of "dang-dang" could not be stopped, and the leader of the cult had already forgotten how many times Fang Ping had cut him.

At the last moment, there was a slight "click" sound, and then the leading warrior's vision went dark, and he could only see a blood-red sword light from the corner of his eye.

"800 cards, 800,000!"

The last thing I realized was hearing these words and not quite understanding them.
Chapter completed!