Chapter 063 Fierce Battle with the Ancient City Gang
Zhang Ming looked at the many big men of the Dragon Blood Legion with firm eyes, holding the sword tightly, and the figure shot out again, turning into a whirlwind and dancing wildly among the crowd.
The big man headed by the Dragon Blood Legion looked at Zhang Ming who was fighting with a trapped beast with cold eyes. He smiled disdainfully, waved his sword and shouted: "Capture him alive!"
Dozens of wolf-like and tiger-like Dragon Blood Legion members swarmed up and surrounded Zhang Ming in the center. Their giant swords kept slashing at Zhang Ming, kicking up red dust everywhere.
Miss, my dream is to protect you, that's all. Zhang Ming's speed increased again, and he drew his sword crazily, and there were more sword marks on his body.
"Get up!" Dozens of big men at the level of sixth-level spiritual warriors shouted at the same time. The giant swords in their hands were raised at the same time and flew upward. They all took a step forward with their left feet. The dust rolled and the giant swords formed a sword net.
Falling towards Zhang Ming in the center of the crowd, the extremely sharp sword energy formed a sword wind that continuously rotated with Zhang Ming as the center. Everyone nearby couldn't help but step back a bit, for fear of being cut by the sword wind!
Zhang Ming's black cloak was instantly shredded, and the warrior uniform that clung to him was instantly turned into rags.
At this moment, he became extremely miserable. Half of his long hair was cut off. His long hair was flying and blood was spattered. The sword in his hand was instantly shattered into pieces of iron by the sword wind. The iron pieces penetrated into Zhang Ming's body, making him look particularly strange.
Clear!
Blood splashed out from Muchen's body like a tide, staining the maple leaves all over the ground red, making a ticking sound.
At this time, a big man in the Dragon Blood Legion looked up to the sky and laughed: "Weren't you crazy just now? You have to challenge so many people alone, how crazy can you be!"
Zhang Ming couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands, but his body was slightly bent downwards. However, he gritted his teeth and persisted. As the sword wind continued to approach, the pressure suddenly increased by several points. Zhang Ming finally persisted.
Unable to hold back, his body knelt down involuntarily.
Zhang Ming's knees hit the ground and made a dull impact sound. The impact sound was particularly loud at this moment, and the force of the impact almost caused Zhang Ming to faint.
At this time, the laughter just now sounded again: "Hurry up and tell the whereabouts of that slutty bitch, or I will cut you into pieces!"
"Yeah?"
A chilling voice slowly sounded from the top of the dilapidated house and resounded through the entire camp. The members of the Dragon Blood Legion couldn't help but look up and suddenly took a breath of air!
The moon glowing with silver had been hanging in the mid-air for some time. Under the silver, a figure suddenly appeared.
A silver clown mask, a drop of purple blood and tears in the center of the mask, a long sword glowing with cold light in the hand, and a faint green light looming in the palm of the hand.
The devil under the silver moon waved the sharp sword in his hand and took the lives of others at will. When the sword came out, blood spattered!
The big man couldn't help but think of the rumors in the ancient city, "Evil... Devil!" There was fear in his tone, and his feet were shaking constantly!
Ye Shaohan ignored him, but glanced slightly at the broken corpses on the ground. However, at the moment Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on Zhang Ming.
A hint of coldness flashed in Ye Shaohan's dark eyes. He ignored the fearful eyes of the members of the Dragon Blood Legion, jumped up, and his figure slowly appeared in front of everyone.
Ye Shaohan raised his feet and took a step forward slowly. The warriors surrounding Zhang Ming all took a few steps back in panic. The sound of the neat steps sounded so funny, but they felt at ease. After all, they were about to face
It's a demon, the demon who killed hundreds of Dragon Blood Legion members by himself!
But the people present were not all soft persimmons. The big man who came from the headwind city still kept the sword in his hand and pressed straight towards Zhang Ming. The sound of Zhang Ming's bones breaking seemed so harsh at this moment, and the blood trail followed Zhang Ming.
The water kept dripping from the corner of his mouth, and soon a scream sounded out.
"You are seeking death!" The plain words rang in everyone's ears. Ye Shaohan held the sword in his right hand and took a step forward again.
Ye Shaohan held the sword in his hand tightly. The moonlight fell randomly on the silver mask. The black hair behind him moved without any wind. Anyone could feel the anger hidden under his calm face, especially the anger that appeared in the palm of Ye Shaohan's hand.
The aura emitted made everyone in the Dragon Blood Legion palpitate.
"Let him go!" Ye Shaohan slowly raised his sword, and his words were extremely cold, like a cold wind in winter.
The cold wind blew by, and cold sweat dripped down the faces of the people of the Dragon Blood Legion. Everyone couldn't help but take a step back again. The scene of Ye Shaohan's massacre had become a nightmare for the Dragon Blood Legion.
The big man who had spoken out just now could not help but gain confidence with the help of his comrades behind him. He tilted his hand holding the giant sword, and the giant sword immediately fell on Zhang Ming's neck.
Then he left a sword mark on Zhang Ming's neck that was originally stained dark red with blood. He roared at Ye Shaohan with a struggling face: "Wolf, you killed my brother. Today, I will do it in front of you."
Cut this kid into pieces and let me see what you can do to me..."
The several members of the Dragon Blood Legion behind the big man frowned slightly. Didn't their brothers also die in that tragic battle?
Then everyone looked at Ye Shaohan with a trace of hatred in their eyes, and the strength in their hands could not help but increase a bit. The sword wind ruthlessly crossed Zhang Ming's face, and drops of blood slowly dripped.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan's figure shot out suddenly, his long sword stirred, passed through an arc, and stabbed at several big men with incomparable accuracy.
The members of the Dragon Blood Legion snorted several times, and several giant swords rushed towards them. The collision of spiritual energy and spiritual energy made a burst of explosions.
Ye Shaohan's figure turned slightly sideways, and he quickly pointed several fingers toward the void with his left hand. Several wind blades appeared and separated the path between Zhang Ming and the Dragon Blood Legion.
Then he grabbed Zhang Ming, put his feet on the ground, kicked several steps, waved his left hand, and a weak breeze slowly emerged from the side of Zhang Ming's body, and the breeze supported his figure and fell forward...
Ye Shaohan's whole process was like flowing clouds and flowing water. All the big men around him looked at Ye Shaohan standing in the middle of the crowd in surprise and remained silent for a long time.
"Brother Zhang Ming, you go first!"
Zhang Ming, who was originally distracted, was shocked. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the back figure with a shocked face. Under the moonlight, the long hair on the back of the back was blown away by the wind. Then Zhang Ming's pale face
He changed slightly and said bitterly: "Why are you doing this!"
Zhang Ming frowned deeply and struggled to get up from the ground. He casually pulled out a sharp sword stuck on the ground and staggered towards Ye Shaohan.
"Brother Zhang Ming, just leave these people to me. Hurry up and find your lady!" Ye Shaohan's anxious voice sounded in Zhang Ming's ears.
Zhang Ming's face changed slightly, and he glanced at Ye Shaohan with complicated eyes, and then nodded slowly. He understood that he could become Ye Shaohan's burden when he went up, and he shouted: "Take care!"
After saying that, Zhang Ming jumped up and shot forward unsteadily. Several members of the Dragon Blood Legion tried to step forward.
However, Ye Shaohan's figure appeared beside several people like a ghost, and he slashed out with his sword, blocking their way.
Zhang Ming's sudden departure did not show the slightest trace of disappointment on the leader of the big man. His face was ordinary, and his cold eyes kept moving back and forth on Ye Shaohan.
Then a sinister smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, he coughed slightly, raised his voice and shouted to the surrounding Dragon Blood Legion members.
"Everyone, as long as we deal with the person in front of us, the million gold coins that are being offered will be ours. Think of the girl in the red building, think of the wife and children who are still suffering at home. As long as we deal with him, we can
No need to come to the ancient city again!”
Ye Shaohan rubbed his forehead helplessly. He jumped up and blocked everyone's path to prevent Zhang Ming from being caught up.
Although anyone with a discerning eye knows that the big man is inciting the crowd's emotions, no one can resist the temptation of those millions of gold coins. They remember that they only fought hard for a few gold coins in the ancient city, but as long as they kill the black-robed boy in front of them, they can get hundreds of dollars.
Thousands of gold coins, everyone's fear of Ye Shaohan was lessened.
Everyone took a step forward in unison, and several sword energies rushed towards Ye Shaohan at the same time!
A hint of coldness flashed in Ye Shaohan's dark eyes. The sword in his hand seemed to be lifted upwards very slowly, and fell into the air. The sound of breaking wind spread around him with him as the center.
The sword energy that swept across the sky seemed extremely powerful, but under Ye Shaohan's seemingly casual sword, it turned into nothingness, like the moon in the water or the flowers in the mirror!
Whoosh, there was a burst of gasps, and the originally enthusiastic members of the Dragon Blood Legion immediately became rational under Ye Shaohan's casual sword.
But Ye Shaohan didn't pay attention to the changes in the crowd. He sneered several times and took a step forward. The wind-attribute spiritual energy violently spilled out of his body, and the bloody dust on the ground began to fly instantly!
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As Ye Shaohan took a step forward, the warriors surrounding him took a few steps back in panic. Their neat steps sounded like they had been trained!
The big man who had just spoken out couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw that no one took action. His eyes kept rolling, and then he gritted his teeth and took the giant sword in his hand with determination, and rushed towards Ye Shaohan with a look of death.
past.
While rushing over, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Little bastard, why are hundreds of us afraid of you, little bastard, come on, brothers!"
He may seem like a big man, but his words are extremely clever. His words stirred up the blood in the hearts of many warriors, and also evoked the hatred in the hearts of many warriors.
At this moment, everyone's faces were almost replaced by anger, and they rushed towards Ye Shaohan with red eyes. For a time, they were so powerful that they could not be resisted by thousands of people!
The warrior who had been overwhelmed by anger did not notice that the big man had quietly slowed down, jumped into the crowd, and kept retreating towards the rear. Just when the big man was complacent that his plot had succeeded, a seemingly weak sword energy came out.
It crossed the big man's chest and he fell directly into a pool of blood.