C71 Show Your Sword

Yann Lanxun saw all of this and gritted his teeth.

It seemed like he had to put on a show at this moment. The Magistrate Brush was placed in front of him, one in front and one behind. He leapt forward. It seemed that it would be impossible to count on these subordinates. Sometimes, he had to do it himself.

When he faced Kuan Jiangjing just now, in order to let Sun Shanglou and Lee Yuming fight again, he didn't use his full strength. He didn't want to be looked down upon by these subordinates because of this.

After all, Yann Lanxun was still young and vigorous. In a fit of anger, he attacked with all his strength.

He didn't believe that Sun Shanglou really had three heads and six arms. He, along with Lei Hantian, Wang Zhiquan, Yuh Zhongxin and the Tung family brothers, wouldn't be able to take him down all by himself.

Sun Shanglou saw that Yann Lanxun had brought many of his subordinates to kill him. This was exactly what he wanted.

Zhang Jingxuan saw that he was smiling, and because of the smile on his face, it widened a little. The corner of his mouth slightly tilted to the side, which made him look a little bit more like a smile. Easy and playful. He seemed to not care about the people who were charging at him at all. He still lowered his head slightly. He stared at the water-like longsword in his hand, as if he had thought of something funny.

In the face of the seven murderous men, if Sun Shanglou had just seen a dragon in the sky, he would have become a flying dragon in the sky in the next moment!

Yann Lanxun attacked close by. A pair of Magistrate Brush was about to attack. It was aimed at Sun Shanglou's chest and abdomen. At this point, Sun Shanglou attacked.

Moreover, his attack was extremely fast. A sword arrived after the attack. In an instant, Yann Lanxun felt dozens of swords stabbing at him at the same time. Helpless, he didn't have the time to attack Sun Shanglou. The two judges' brushes were in a disadvantageous position. They felt as if large beads and small beads were falling onto a jade plate. Ding, ding, ding, dong. They blocked Sun Shanglou's wave of fast swords by a hair's breadth.

Finally, they endured until the opponent's sword momentum slowed down. Only then did they finally get a chance to catch their breath.

Yann Lanxun thought in his heart. It was no big deal for Sun Shanglou. Although the fast sword had reached a point where it was too much for him to handle, he could still take it with all his might.

His opponent would not always have the ability to attack at this speed. There would always be a limit to how much manpower he had. Besides, if he was able to take on the main attack of his opponent, the others would be able to attack him. Under the concentrated fire of everyone, they would see how long Sun Shanglou would be able to hold on.

As he was thinking, he paid attention to the situation around him. Yann Lanxun's heart felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer. Large drops of sweat unknowingly flowed from his head to his neck, then slowly slid down his back, carrying a bone-piercing chill.

They saw that the people who had attacked Sun Shanglou together with him had been attacked at the same time in a short period of time, including themselves. However, their fates were different.

A total of seven people attacked Sun Shanglou, but none of them attacked at the same time. For example, the three brothers from the Tung family were not surprised to fall behind, but they were not late for the attack.

The three brothers saw a flash of sword light in front of them. They couldn't even see where the sword was coming from. They only felt a pain in their wrists and the short knife in their hands flew out of their hands.

Coincidentally, a short knife in someone's hand brushed past Tung Yuanyuan's fat face, leaving a bloody wound on his face.

The injuries on their wrists were all caused by the tip of the sword. The injuries weren't serious. This should be because Sun Shanglou showed mercy. Otherwise, it wouldn't be difficult for the three of them to lose their wrists.

This could be confirmed by the side. In order to show his loyalty, Yuh Zhongxin followed Yann Lanxun closely. His black pot was meant to attack and defend at the same time. It could be used to smash, smash, and seize, but it could also block the enemy's attack like a shield.

Yuh Zhongxin did not want to attack. He only hoped that he could help Yann Lanxun, this new master, defend against the enemy's attacks and win his heart. He would leave the chance to gain credit to his master.

Seeing Sun Shanglou's sword aura attack with such a large area, he did not know where the real attack was. It was very difficult for him to defend.

Helpless, he could only try his luck. Yuh Zhongxin threw a black pot into the sword light that came at him like mercury. He only hoped that he could block the opponent and let Yann Lanxun free his hands to attack where the enemy was going to save him. The pressure on him was naturally solved.

Yuh Zhongxin had experienced hundreds of battles. This kind of scheme couldn't be wrong. It was just that he was wrong because he shouldn't have faced Sun Shanglou.

He threw the black pot in his hand. He felt as if the countless swords in his opponent's hand had suddenly combined into a single sword. With just one sword strike, his hand felt lighter and lighter.

The first lighter was that the black pot couldn't be held anymore. It was twisted by the sword until it was no longer in its original state. It slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

The second lighter was that his right hand had already left his arm. It drew a strange arc and flew to the side of the field. When it fell to the ground, it was still jumping around mischievously.

Yuh Zhongxin did not feel any pain at first. He only felt a little surprised, a little wronged, and a little angry. There were so many people, why did they choose to attack him? What kind of logic was this? !

He didn't know anything else, but he knew that his life was already over. He had become a cripple, a cripple without any means to kill!

Wang Zhiquan's loyalty clearly wasn't as great as Yuh Zhongxin's, but under Yann Lanxun's urging, he had no choice but to charge towards Sun Shanglou with the others. Among all these people, the one who feared Sun Shanglou the most was... At least, Wang Zhiquan was the one who was holding the lightning awl in his hand. * Hong Long...... *

In fact, only he knew that this was a defensive move. Wang Zhiquan was hiding behind Yann Lanxun. It seemed like he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to catch up with him. In fact, he had already grasped the distance and had Yann Lanxun block Sun Shanglou's frontal attack for him. Under the condition that he wouldn't hurt himself, he could help Yann Lanxun block a few of Sun Shanglou's attacks.

Therefore, when Wang Zhiquan saw the sword flying towards him, he had an illusion. He felt that he had been abandoned. Sun Shanglou had let everyone go, but he had to find him.

The power of this sword, the charm of this sword... It made him feel that it was not something he could withstand. The only thing he wanted to do was to escape. He had to avoid this sword first, then find someone to hide behind. He would wait for an opportunity to escape further away.

Because after seeing this sword, he no longer wanted to face such an opponent. He no longer wanted to exchange blows with such a sword.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to choose. His heart trembled with fear. The lightning awls in his hands seemed to have only slowed down by a little bit. The Great Abyss' acupoint went cold, and he was already frozen on the spot, unable to move an inch.

The lightning awls in his hands seemed to be fiercely attacking his opponent. He opened his mouth and gritted his teeth slightly, making people feel that it was funny and annoying.