Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Wait..." The ninja leader shouted with a look of horror on his face, ignoring the sharp blade clamped between his neck.

However, before he finished speaking, his voice solidified.

Lu Meng casually drew the knife, pounced on the broken hemp rope, and broke the man's thin neck.

In this case, there is no use keeping him anymore.

With the leader dead, the subordinate low-level ninjas no longer had any scruples and shot the poisonous arrows in their hands one after another. The arrow shafts floated in the moist air, just like poisonous snakes spitting messages in the jungle.

Several muffled sounds.

Before the ninja leader could fall down, his body was already covered with arrows.

Lu Meng's feet suddenly accelerated, and the arrows originally aimed at him hit the footprints left by him one after another.

He held his breath for a long time while swimming, and he did feel weak for a moment when he first came out of the water.

But even so, with Lu Meng's physical ability, his short-term explosive power is still beyond the imagination of these swamp shooters, and it is impossible to predict in advance.

The swamp ninjas have no idea what kind of opponent they are facing!

In the distance, there was a commotion in the center of the black marsh. It was obviously the caravan trapped in it, and it was discovered that the hemp rope connecting the two banks had broken.

The originally tight rope suddenly relaxed, and now under the influence of the tension, it was rushing towards the black swamp, like a black snake that couldn't wait to escape.

The arrows missed, and the ninjas had no time to string them again, so they simply threw away their bamboo bows, drew their ninja swords and pounced on Lu Meng, who had his back turned to them.

The other party is obviously a member of the caravan, and he cares about the rope that is the lifeline of the black marsh.

Taking advantage of his distraction at this moment is the only chance to fight back.

"Snapped."

Lu Meng's speed was faster than they thought.

He grabbed the hemp rope by its tail at the last moment as it was pulled into the black marsh.

At this moment, some ninjas had just drawn their swords.

The rope suddenly straightened, and Lu Meng's legs on the shore immediately sank into the mud.

"Everyone, don't move!" Lu Meng stood firm and shouted towards the black marsh.

The next moment, the knife turned with him, and he turned back and chopped the approaching swamp ninja into two pieces.

The thick, fishy blood spilled onto the ground, mixed in the putrid sludge of the jungle, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

Before the ninjas had time to be shocked by this man's strength, they saw him coiling a hemp rope around his arm in one hand and holding a knife in the other, walking resolutely towards the shore.

Lu Meng's muscles were knotted. Every time he took a step, the hemp rope became tighter, and the soft ground became more dented under his steps.

The caravan quickly calmed down and did not act rashly, which did not put too much pressure on the rope, but after all, they still relied on it to resist the whirlpool undercurrent in the black swamp. But at this moment, Lu Meng was actually shouldering the pressure alone.

What's more important is that as Lu Meng continues to approach.

The fixed blade knife in his hand is also constantly harvesting lives.

The ninjas who were too close could not resist at all, and wherever they were covered by the light of the sword, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Only then did they realize what kind of monster they were hunting today.

The panic instantly ignited in the swamp ninja.

These ninja elites who have gone through the harsh test of the tribe, these jungle robbers who enjoy killing travelers, are now like helpless little beasts, starting to scream and run away.

With the swords flying, the two ninjas tried to escape into the depths of the jungle in a hurry.

"Quick, run..." A tall ninja put his arm around the other person's shoulders and stumbled around.

A closer look revealed that his thigh had been slashed in the chaos just now.

The person being hugged was about to break away and talk, but found that his shoulders had been locked tightly, and he was shocked.

How could he not understand this companion's intention?

When the tall ninja noticed what he was doing, he laughed ferociously, then turned around and threw his companion behind him.

His leg was injured, and if there was no one behind him, he would definitely be left behind - fortunately, his hands were extremely powerful.

The companion who was thrown away rolled around on the ground and got up in shock and anger.

The next moment, a long blade penetrated from his chest.

He pinned the abandoned ninja to the ground, and his body slid down the blade.

The tall man was also startled by the movement and couldn't help but look back - he saw Lu Meng holding the rope tightly with one hand and maintaining the posture of throwing the long knife with the other hand.

His steps have stopped.

After all, Lu Meng was still a mortal and could not hang up the entire caravan by himself. The tightness of the hemp rope had reached his limit.

If it weren't for throwing the long knife, at this distance, the swamp ninja would not have been killed.

The tall ninja felt happy for a while.

If he hadn't left his companion behind just now, he might have been the one who was crucified.

The next moment, his eyes were attracted by the long knife:

Blood flowed down the blade, but the metal blade was still blue and clear, with a sharp edge and a dangerous sheen.

Great knife, this is definitely a great knife.

In the past, trophies of this quality could only be seen when the entire clan used all their strength to plunder the caravan in the United City.

And even if there are, they are often distributed to those elder jounin.

The elders call themselves 'brain tank ninja' and say they want to plan the overall situation, but in fact they are just assigning low-level ninjas like themselves to go into battle and die.

In the end, it was them sitting in the back who could hold the best weapons and enjoy the most exquisite drinks.

Low-level ninjas work hard to survive, but most of the time they only get a light compliment, saying that this is what they should do.

But things were different now... The tall ninja couldn't look away at all.

Such a good long knife was inserted in front of him, but the murderer was trapped by the rope and could not move forward.

Even if you can't keep it privately, even if you give it to the Shadow Man boss, you might be able to be promoted to a minor boss.

God does not take what he wants...

"Chi."

Before the swamp ninja could take action, his mind was frozen in the last moment.

A crossbow arrow hit his forehead and penetrated through the back of his head.

The arrow's power remained unabated and it sank into the soft ground.

The ninja's cranial cavity was completely destroyed, and the red and white brains shot out along the hole, and then fell backwards with the whole corpse, forming an arc.

Lu Meng held the Old World crossbow in one hand and cocked it with his mouth. The man's legs and feet were injured and he couldn't run far. He had enough time to remove the crossbow from his back.

In order to obtain a sufficient supply of arrows on the battlefield, although the design of the crossbow in the old world was unique, it could use the most conventional crossbow arrows, which could carry many rounds at a time.

Just holding the crossbow with one hand, Lu Meng shot one by one the ninjas who had sneaked into the black swamp before they had time to escape.

[Remote Skill: Crossbow 46→47]

Old World crossbows had much greater range and accuracy than their bamboo bows.

If it were daytime and there was sufficient sight, Lu Meng's attack range would be enough to cover the entire black swamp.

On the other side, along the caravan line, there were also the bodies of many swamp ninjas floating around.

In front of Kang alone, there were four or five bodies, no, seven or eight pieces of debris.

They thought that by lurking near the caravan, they could harvest prey at will - but little did they know that what was waiting for them was layers of sharp blades.

If they didn't occupy the advantageous location, the swamp ninjas would have no power to fight back.

However, Lu Meng also knew it.

——The understanding of the ecology and geographical advantages of the swamp is the absolute ultimate weapon for the major factions here.

This also means that if they take it lightly, they may still be buried here even if their hard power passes.

While holding the crossbow on guard, Lu Meng found the hemp rope again and tied it to a strong tree.

At this point, the enemy has been eliminated, and without fear of being exposed, he turned on the searchlight he obtained from the technology hunter and signaled the team to step up and cross the river.