Originally planning to go to Fancheng alone, Leng Feng and Yi Wuchen were worried no matter what, especially Leng Feng, who wanted to accompany him life and death. Mo Zihan had no choice but to take the two of them and rush towards the battlefield.
Three horses galloped towards Fancheng. As soon as they passed the bustling town, murderous intent followed.
Twenty men in black armor, tied with iron ropes and holding scimitars, jumped over towering ancient trees like orangutans from the forest ahead, aiming at Mo Zihan, who was in white among the three.
Yi Wuchen and Leng Feng patted their horses' backs with their left hands, flew up, and attacked the two killers who leapt forward first.
The airflow coming from the wind suddenly changed. The immortals who were rushing in front did not expect that the martial arts of the guards around Mo Zihan were so high. The murderous aura emitted in an instant could actually change the surrounding airflow. The emotions that were originally a little underestimating the enemy were instantly restrained.
There were two loud "ding" sounds, and the moment the weapons connected, a dazzling electric light flashed.
When the lightning disappeared and the surroundings returned to darkness, the two killers leading the front were still hanging on the iron ropes, but the heads on their bodies had already fallen to the ground, far away from their floating bodies.
The eyes of the killers behind them suddenly widened. Following their main target's expressionless words, a trace of panic slipped through their hearts.
"Don't let anyone go."
After Mo Zihan's words fell, Yi Wuchen and Leng Feng, who had just sat on the horse, immediately jumped into the air. Yi Wuchen swung his sword, and one of the killers landed on the ground. He took the floating rope and fought with the killer in the air.
For those who were shot down, the cold wind was already waiting there to deliver a truly fatal blow.
The entire forest was ablaze with swords and swords. The powerful internal force and sword energy caused the leaves to fly, and some small trees were even pressed to the point of bending, forming arcs with the airflow as the center.
There were so many killers, even though they tried their best, they couldn't get even close to Mo Zihan.
Mo Zihan saw Leng Feng and Yi Wuchen being entangled by the killers and delaying their journey. He frowned slightly, jumped up, and quickly and accurately inserted the knife into the neck artery of the killer in front.
Seeing Mo Zihan take action, the other killers immediately swarmed over and launched a siege. They completely ignored the fatal attacks that Yi Wuchen and Leng Feng could inflict on them from behind, and rushed towards Mo Zihan in a life-threatening manner.
Like a moth flying to a flame, when everyone fixed their eyes on Mo Zihan and were about to succeed, the person who was sitting upright suddenly disappeared, leaving everyone in vain.
Just when everyone felt surprised and weird, the killers on the periphery suddenly felt murderous intent, and when they turned around to defend and attack in disbelief, what they saw was their target smiling at them.
But at this time, they could no longer talk.
Mo Zihan keeps appearing and disappearing out of thin air like a ghost. Every time he appears, a killer will die.
In a situation where the battle of life and death was one-sided from the beginning, Yi Wuchen and Leng Feng became more and more courageous as they fought.
The men in black, who can be said to be among the first-class killers, saw their compatriots being killed like ants by the seemingly inconspicuous woman. In addition to endless humiliation and anger, what surged in their hearts was more than just endless humiliation and anger.
fear.
When there were only five people left, they finally gave up and scattered in all directions, trying to escape.