C88 Volume 37 King of the North

As soon as Yun Long gave the order, Lang Tuer rushed out like an arrow leaving the bow. The Black Blood Divine Sword in his hand released thousands of sword beams, each three inches long. Those Xiongnu warriors had eight lifetimes of bad luck. Those who were within ten feet of Lang Tuer were mercilessly chopped off by Lang Tuer's sword.

For a moment, it was like hell on earth