บท 333: Pinnacle Dominic Lowe

The sixty-year-old man blocked the attacks of the two cavalrymen.

Attacks from two directions made the old man in his sixties not dare to be careless. He focused on facing the two cold swords.

The fierce battle lasted for less than five seconds before the old man's left arm was cut.

The wound was so deep that the bones could be seen, and blood splattered everywhere.

It made his body tremble slightly!

Just this one flaw was enough to be fatal!

The third cavalrymen who had been hiding, charged forward with a cold sword in his left hand.

It took less than half a second for them to cross a distance of thirteen meters.

The cold sword pierced through the old man's ribs, and the blade pierced through his heart.

The sixty-year-old man felt as if he had been struck by a violent tremor. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he stared at the cavalry standing beside him.

His eyes seemed unwilling!