Zhao Wuji suddenly grabbed his sword and slashed towards the crowd, his body flashing with a blue light. Since Yang Shu recovered and Yang Fan rose, his cultivation realm has not been able to catch up with the Yang Shu brothers. But everyone knows that what swordsmen rely on is not the level of the realm. He fought, he advanced, he fought a decisive battle, all by his sword.

This sudden attack made the nearly one hundred and three people who were shouting and killing suddenly fall silent, and their eyes subconsciously drew an extremely long arc in the rainy night sky with Zhao Wuji's sword, and then quickly became rational by fear, and the hand holding the weapon became cold.

They had been in Sioux City all these years, and although some people had heard of the name of the swordsman Mowgli, they would never think how powerful a swordsman who had made a name for himself in the township would be. They never imagined that the pitch-black long sword in Zhao Wuji's hand could easily knock a person away, or split a person in half with his shoulder!

But relying on the strength of the crowd, they still tightly tightened the encirclement, and they also consumed Zhao Wuji to death.

Zhao Wuji was not afraid at all, and immediately used the "Thunder Thirteen Swords!"

Those soul guests who rushed to Zhao Wuji's body were shocked by his thunderous blow and froze in place, but Zhao Wuji did not stop moving forward in the rain. He walked with a sword in a chic manner, and every step out of his wrist slightly lifted the black shirt and waved a sword, when he swung it, the sword body buzzed, bent and bent as much as possible, whistling and waving like a steel whip, wrapped in raindrops and a cool breeze snapped out, and a figure flew up every time the sword came out!

The body of the sword reached the ribs, some people flew sideways into the alley wall, vomited blood and slipped down, the body of the sword reached the legs, some people slid through the night sky with their heels, and their bones spurted blood and fell to the ground; the sword swept through the rain, the dull hum, the figures kept flying out, and the sound of terrible howl and fear resounded through the green snake street, which was still dead and silent before.

Zhao Wuji, who was moving all the way, swung his sword easily and casually, and could even be described as careless, like driving away night mosquitoes in summer, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he was calm as usual.

Seeing this, Yang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhao Wuji's swordsmanship has become stronger again!

Thinking of the scene when he used the quest sword against the enemy, Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh a little self-deprecatingly. Compared with Zhao Wuji's swordsmanship, he is really a child playing a game with a wooden sword.

Only then did he understand that Zhao Wuji used his sword body to fly the enemy, instead of choosing a simpler and less effortless way to kill the enemy, in order to always maintain an open space around him and avoid being surrounded by the other party.

But such a domineering and even arrogant way of fighting is obviously very physically and mentally draining, if Zhao Wuji didn't want to use this way to deter the nearly 100 soul guests who were invincible on the spot, it was that he had the confidence to kill all the enemies directly!

Yang Fan looked at Zhao Wuji's back, at the man who was arrogantly moving forward in the night rain, at the soul guest who howled miserably from time to time under his sword, and at those who couldn't howl in the muddy water in the distance, and thought to himself:

"You and your brother are true geniuses. If I hadn't met Master Goku by chance and had many opportunities, I wouldn't have been able to compare with you. ”

Yang Fan clenched his fists, with a hint of helplessness and excitement on his face, he had become much stronger, but it was far from the time to stop.

Seeing that his usually brave subordinates were slapped away by Zhao Wuji with a light wave of his long sword, and seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Zhang Sheng, Long Wu and Chen Tian, the core figures with extremely high status in the three major families, all began to tremble, and they couldn't suppress their anger.

However, thinking of the realm of his Golden Soul Realm, and thinking of the masters in the carriage behind the crowd who were even taller than them, he made up his mind, thinking that no matter how powerful you are, it is impossible to create a miracle tonight.

They didn't have time to think about it, and the phantom Yan rushed towards them again. And let out a breathtaking roar.

The roar echoed in the streets and alleys around the Oblique Rain Pavilion, and hearing Yan's angry shouts, the soul guests who mustered Yu Yong to howl forward with a steel knife scattered as fast as they could, desperately keeping a large distance from Yan. They had already seen Zhao Wuji's terrifying swordsmanship, but they were even more afraid that Yan would approach them. For them, the monster with a pair of big wings was the biggest threat, and no one could guarantee that the monster would not take the time to deal with one or two of their group when they fought Zhang Sheng. No one wanted to be one of these two people, so they scattered.

I don't know if it was a temporary tactical change, but a prior arrangement, and after the crowd in front dispersed, two rows of souls with a violent light flashed all over their bodies appeared. These soul guests raised their hands to the sky in unison, palms facing the sky, and each of them held up a ball of light in their palms. There are red ones and there are blue ones. When Zhao Wuji appeared in front of them, they all threw their arms forward, and those balls of light all flew out towards Zhao Wuji.

At this point in the rainy night, the calm expression on Zhao Wuji's face changed for the first time, he looked at the soul guests who cast spells on him in the distance, and he was not afraid, not even vigilant, just frowned slightly, seemed to just feel a little troublesome, frowned and said: "I know you won't fall behind me." ”

When he said this, the poplar had already stepped on the sword shuttle and flew out of his head. The Killing God was composed of three sword shuttles, two of which he was stepping on at the moment, and one of them had already appeared in front of the group of soul guests who were casting spells.

That is, at the moment when Zhao Wuji spoke, the sword shuttle sped rapidly, turning into a green light and shadow in the rainy night, sweeping in front of the soul guests in the first row.

The first row of soul guests saw that their arms were getting farther and farther away from them, and they actually flew out.

Poplar's speed is very fast, but there are two rows of soul guests who cast spells, and no matter how fast he is, he can't cut off all the arms of the two rows of soul guests. But his action caused a great shock to the row of soul guests behind. The pitch-black long sword in Zhao Wuji's hand buzzed, and it shook at a very terrifying speed at high speed, shaking all the rain and blood on the sword body into powder, and then disappeared with a thud, turning into a gray stream shadow tearing through the rain curtain and flying towards the two rows of soul guests!!

Like a pitch-black shadow, it is actually a swift sword, the sword trace is subtle and exquisite, the sword is in the direction of, those raindrops that disturb the dream seem to be hanging in the night sky are pierced by grains, piercing the outermost layer of the raindrops, piercing its heart, and then penetrating out, the soul guest in the first row was punched a gap, and the arm of the soul guest in the second row was like a lotus root, and then blood began to spurt out from the fracture!

In front of the wall between the alleys, I only heard the sound of crackling sword tips piercing raindrops, the sound of cutting arms, and I can't count how many arms were scattered with the raindrops, smashing on the rain-soaked ground with a muffled sound, and finally countless howls!