"Hahaha, you are so arrogant! Ignorance, not even Wuzong, dare to speak wildly!" The mianju man holding a mace smiled coldly, waved the mace in his hand like the wind, and slapped Xiao Yihan!

"snort!"

A cold snorted from Xiao Yihan's mouth. The long sword in his hand seemed to have no weight at all. As his wrist trembled, it could appear in any position instantly, and the tip of the sword pierced out!

"Ding Ding Ding--"

The momentum of this sword becomes more and more intense!

Su Yu saw clearly that in just a moment, the long sword in Xiao Yihan's hand stabbed no less than twenty times, and each one was in the same place!

Even on the mace, a round hole was stabbed!

The mianju man was even more unbearable. At this high frequency, his hands were numb and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, almost unable to hold his weapons.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Yihan's body was like the wind, and he passed by this man directly towards the Martial Kings!

Break through!

"It's worthy of being the Sword Master of Qifeng. It's true that there are some tricks! Let's go together!" The man said to another Wu Zong, raised his body, and roared constantly, chasing Xiao Yihan.

"Okay!" Just as Wu Zong was about to follow, A Chen suddenly exerted force, and the big sword in his hand swung out quickly, directly breaking his path.

At this time, A Chen's whole body was filled with blood, and his aura was much stronger than before. He had extremely firmness on his face and stared at the Wuzong, "Your opponent is me!"

"Haha, burn the dantian? Okay, I'll play with you!"

Both of them used swords as weapons. For a moment, the sword energy spread everywhere, and the momentum around them turned into blades and spread out toward the surroundings!

One is a wind-attributed knife, which is fast and sharp, and the other is a fire-attributed knife, which is hot and powerful.

Boom boom!

The two looked at each other for a moment. When the momentum reached its peak, their eyes were condensed, and their swords followed, surrounding two completely different forces, like two sky falls, hitting hard.

Bang! The next moment, the strong sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and bursts of intense sparks were like swimming snakes, sweeping across the entire surroundings with an unparalleled aura of destruction.

Rumble!

The collision was endless. A Chen was crazy at this moment, completely disregarding his life. His moves were extremely simple, swinging a knife! Slashing! Every time he held the way to fight with injuries!

However, such a simple knife forced the mianju to swing the knife to resist, because he could not do his best to fight as hard as A Chen. He was afraid of being hurt!

"bite--"

On the other side, Xiao Yihan had just rushed into the crowd and immediately picked up a person's weapon with one sword, then the long sword pierced out, piercing through the man's throat. The whole movement was flowing, and killing a Martial King was as easy as killing a chicken.

"The wind is the extreme, strangle!"

With a low shout, the sword in his hand immediately rotated rapidly, like a huge white lotus. The white lotus with an extremely strong sword momentum became larger and larger, and finally turned into a circular lotus with a diameter of ten meters.

The sword shadow flashed, and in an instant, more than a dozen martial kings died under his sword immediately! The flesh and blood were blurred, and it was like a meat grinder.

The other mianju people trembled, and their steps were paused, but none of them dared to step forward.

Xiao Yihan's face remained unchanged, and his steps were shocked, but he did not stop at all. He immediately passed through the encirclement. He did not escape, but pointed directly at Murong Haocheng!

"Good...so amazing!" Bai Yunfei was so excited that he could rush out to cheer. He was extremely excited. "What a shitty prince isn't it just a matter of killing a sword. He really deserves to be a silver hero! He is strong, too strong!"

He had longing in his eyes, and he was extremely expecting that he could be so heroic.

Su Yu sighed casually. Prince Canglang is not a fool. He knows Xiao Yihan well in terms of strength and character. How could he stand there and wait for the killing? He definitely has a backhand!

He thought to himself, but the movements in his hands became more and more rapid. His eyes were staring at the casserole, and his soul was beating, constantly changing the heat.

"Hahaha, Xiao Yihan, you are still as usual. You know you can't escape!" Murong Haocheng stared at the rapid arrival of Xiao Yihan, without any panic on his face, but laughed.

"So-I'll kill you!" Xiao Yihan's words were extremely cold and fierce. His behavior was extremely decisive. Since he couldn't escape, then kill him! If he killed Murong Haocheng, and there was no leader in the group of dragons, there was still a glimmer of hope!

"It's a pity that even if I stand here, you can't kill me!" Murong Haocheng had a sneer on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man wearing a silver mianju jumped out from behind him. His palms were thin and he grabbed Xiao Yihan straight!

"bite--"

The sword collided on the thin palm, but it made a sound of metal collision, and even the sword was bent!

"Haha, I am worthy of being one of the best geniuses in Dongzhou. I have reached such a level of cultivation at such a young age, and I can compare with the martial arts sect with the strength of King Wu. If I don't die, I will definitely be a hero!" The master of the thin palm, his voice was extremely hoarse, like a knocking on a broken can, which made people feel irritated.

"A shock attack!"

Behind Xiao Yihan, the Wu Zong, who was holding a mace, also arrived quickly. Without saying a word, he jumped up and fell from the air. The mace in his hand slapped Xiao Yihan directly!

Xiao Yihan's expression moved, and on the side of his body, the long sword in his hand turned, and the entire sword changed direction in his hand, and he slit his wrist directly towards Wu Zong's throat!

At this time, the man fell from a high altitude, and his speed was so fast that it seemed to outsiders that man himself was about to hit the sword!

The man's pupils shrank suddenly. He had nowhere to leverage his strength in the air, so he could only force his body to the side, trying to minimize damage. However, the sword was like a maggot in the tarsal bone, moving closely with his throat, as if he would harvest his life in the next moment.

"Good boy! Awesome!"

The thin man with his palm shouted coldly, grabbed the long sword directly with his palm and twisted it. Only then did the trajectory of the sword that barely changed, saving the man's life!

Even so, everyone's eyes were condensed, looking at Xiao Yihan, whose face was still calm, and his heart was filled with chills. With the strength of King Wu, he almost instantly defeated a powerful Wuzong master with one move!

What a terrifying sword technique, what a terrifying combat awareness!

Fighting with such people is fatal if you make a slight mistake!
Chapter completed!