C342 Force to Kill a Strong Enemy

No one seemed to have expected Looh Miaoer to suddenly turn away from the old man and attack them. They could not help but feel terrified. They seemed to have completely forgotten that they had to cooperate with each other and take care of each other. They also forgot that they were good at attacking together. Some hurriedly retreated, some hurriedly dodged, and some desperately attacked Looh Miaoer. The originally complete formation was immediately thrown into chaos, like a pile of loose sand, without any fighting strength to speak of.

Looh Miaoer was overjoyed when she saw this. The sword in her hand trembled rapidly, but the sword shadows that were drifting in the sky suddenly disappeared among the crowd. Immediately following a few muffled groans, three enemies who bravely attacked Looh Miaoer were struck by the sword and fell to the dust one after another. Needless to say, the odds were against them.

The sword shadows suddenly became more and more powerful. With a sharp cry, Looh Miaoer followed the sword and walked away. She spun like lightning, and as the tip of her sword moved, she poked another hole in the two enemies' bodies. Looh Miaoer succeeded again and again and she did not dare to be neglectful as she shouted. Her legs kicked hard and her body shot like a javelin towards the enemies who were fleeing and retreating in all directions. The sword in her hand turned into a gust of wind, and in the midst of the trembling, it cut through the throats of two enemies.

Just as he felt that he could not hold on any longer, the old man suddenly felt the heavy pressure disappear. His opponent actually left him. He suddenly felt that something was wrong. Immediately, he hurriedly circulated the Profound Arts and the sword in his hand turned into a silver ray of light that shot towards Looh Miaoer's back.

Just as Looh Miaoer was about to cut down all the enemies in front of her, she suddenly felt a dense sword Qi behind her back. She knew that it was the old man who was chasing after her, but she pretended not to know. Pretending to pounce towards the enemies in front of her, she waited until the old man's sword and the sword aura on his back were old before she suddenly turned around. The sheath in her left hand spun and gently pushed the old man's sword out of the door. The old man was suddenly exposed and Looh Miaoer's sword suddenly turned around. It spun from an unexpected angle and stabbed towards the old man's chest.

The old man's eyes were wide open as he watched Looh Miaoer knock down seven people in a row in the blink of an eye under his chase. He could not help but feel anxious and angry. Immediately, he threw himself at Looh Miaoer at all costs, wanting to kill her under the sword in an instant. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he suddenly felt the hand that was holding the sword tremble. His vision blurred, his sword had already been broken by the enemy. The enemy's sword, on the other hand, was heading straight for his heart. Its speed was so fast that he had no time to dodge.

At this moment of life and death, the old man suddenly shouted. It was as if heavenly thunder had exploded in the sky. He gathered his power with his left hand and punched towards the tip of Looh Miaoer's sword.

Looh Miaoer laughed lightly. Just as the sword was about to clash with the old man's fist, she suddenly raised her sword. She stepped over the fist and swung it towards the old man's neck.

The powerful force along with the sharp sword cut through the old man's neck without any resistance. The sword was marked from the other side of the cut. Suddenly, Looh Miaoer's sword seemed to have cut through the air and the old man did not realize that he had been hit. After the punch missed, it was still aimed at Looh Miaoer's face. The sword in his right hand broke away from Looh Miaoer's scabbard. He actually used a tricky angle to stab at Looh Miaoer's left chest from an unexpected angle. However, the speed and strength were not as good as before.

After Looh Miaoer hit him, she did not care what the old man did and followed the momentum of the sword to flash out. She easily escaped the range of the old man's attack. The sword in her hand carried the residual force of cutting the old man's neck. She drew a beautiful arc and charged towards the remaining enemies.

After a few ups and downs, Looh Miaoer's sword once again drank the blood of two enemies. Amidst miserable cries, the two lifeless bodies heavily fell to the ground, smashing up a cloud of dust.

After the old man was hit by the sword, he continued to wave his sword and fist. After charging forward five or six steps, there was a gurgling sound from his neck. Suddenly, there was a wave of blood Qi that pushed his head away from his neck. He threw his head to the side from afar. Blood spurted out from his neck, reaching several zhang in height. The rain of blood rained down. As the rain of blood rained down, the old man's headless body still took two steps forward. Only then did he softly slip and fall into the dust that filled the air.

The young master saw Looh Miaoer's figure drifting in the crowd and the sword light flickered. She was one of his own. Being knocked down one after another, he could not help but feel more and more terrified. When he saw that the old man's head and body had been separated, and the blood that sprayed out of his mouth dyed everything in his sight red, he couldn't help but feel as if his soul had left his body, and he was stunned on the spot as if he'd been terrified, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Just as the old man's corpse had fallen to the ground and his head was still floating in the air... The young master suddenly screamed as if he had lost his parents: "No..." The young master seemed to have gone crazy as he cried. He suddenly threw the sword in his hand and rushed towards the place where the old man had fallen.

If he wanted to rush to the place where the old man had fallen, he had to pass by Looh Miaoer's side. At this time, Looh Miaoer was chasing after the last surviving enemy. It was a man in his thirties. He saw that almost all of his twelve companions had died, leaving only him and the young master. Looh Miaoer's sword was still shining as she charged towards him aggressively. He knew that he had no hope of escaping, but he still couldn't help but retreat with his life on the line. He didn't even have the chance to turn around and run.

As the man retreated, he suddenly noticed that the young master was charging past him, as if he wanted to pounce on the enemy chasing after him. In the blink of an eye, the enemy's sword went straight for the young master's throat.

Seeing this, the man's retreating body suddenly stopped. He suddenly changed his retreat to pouncing forward and grabbed the young master's shoulder without hesitation, dragging him backwards. The young master's forward pouncing body suddenly flew backwards, but he replaced the young master's position. He used his own body to swiftly meet Looh Miaoer's sword and shouted at the same time, "Young master, leave!"

As he shouted, the man's eyes widened as he saw Looh Miaoer's sword rushing towards his throat. He wanted to avoid it but could not. He wanted to fight but his face did not have the slightest bit of fear. Instead, there was a kind of delight, as if he was generous enough to die. He opened his arms and threw himself at Looh Miaoer at all costs. He seemed to want to use his body to swallow Looh Miaoer's sword and hug her before he died. He wanted that young master to take the opportunity to escape.

Among this group of people, this man's martial arts was only slightly weaker than that of the sixty year old man. In the chaotic battle just now, he was the one who retreated the fastest when he saw the opportunity. He seemed to be a coward who was afraid of death, so until now, he was still uninjured. He originally wanted to escape, but now he actually gave up this last chance to escape and resolutely gave up his life to save that young master. This was completely different from his previous actions.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce into that man's throat, Looh Miaoer seemed to be touched by that man's loyalty or his attitude of looking at death without fear. The sword in her hand suddenly twisted to the side and changed from stabbing straight to sweeping. With a light sound, Looh Miaoer's sword had already hit the man's carotid artery. The man responded and flew out, but Looh Miaoer's sword momentum did not change. She continued to stab at the young master without showing any mercy.