Clang! Clang! Clang!
Fang Sheng Lin fought against the Northern Tribe's soldiers who came to this area leisurely. The fighting power of these soldiers were not very good and their number was not large.
It seemed that today should be the day of decisive battle.
'All forces should be used to strike hard.'
And it was also because Song Yun Xiang had expected that they might be attacked midway that he didn't let all of them go to support him. If it was only half, as long as the number of soldiers who came here were not much, Fang Sheng Lin could still deal with them.
After all, in terms of martial arts alone, not many people could compare with Fang Sheng Lin.
If one had to add his strong stamina, the number would definitely decrease further.
Bang! Clang! Slash!
Seeing the pile of corpses in front of him, Fang Sheng Lin snorted.
