There are more than 100 people in the snow. They are like a group of ghosts in the snow. Each one of them exudes a powerful aura. It is an aura that ordinary humans cannot imagine. Their mental and physical strength has reached a certain level.
The limit is like a battle-hardened warrior, fearless of life and death.
The leader at the front wears a broken mask, and his appearance cannot be clearly seen, but judging from his figure, he is a few years older than Ghost Sword. He wears neat military trousers commonly worn by samurai, and has a cold aura.
The long knife in his hand was slightly larger than the ghost knife. It looked heavy and the golden light was dazzling in the snow.
"We have been ordered to take the head of the Jiang clan leader",
The voice behind the mask was very cold, as if it were a dead ghost speaking.
Similarly, the more than 100 figures behind him all showed a cold state, as if they were all soulless corpses.
"No one can give you orders except the leader! Fu Yelie, have you forgotten your oath?",
Ghost Sword held a long sword and said to Fu Yelie, his face was very calm, but there seemed to be some emotions mixed in it.
"Fu Yelie, I came here specifically to advise you today. Give up your demonic barriers and go back with me with the warriors! Your family has made great achievements in the organization and has been respected for generations. You regret everything you have done now."
The ghost sword's voice wandered faintly in the snow, slowly floating among the more than a hundred people, but those people seemed to have no hearing and no reaction at all.
At this time, Ghost Sword was in a different state than before. There seemed to be a nervousness in his voice. After he calmed down, he said to the person in front of him in a gentler tone,
"As warriors, it is our own choice and our destiny. Most of you have grown up with me, shared joys and sorrows, and gone through life and death together. I don't want to see you walk into a dead end today and die without dignity.
Fu Yelie, you are different from your father. You are still young and will definitely achieve great things in the future. If you attack the Jiang clan leader now, it will be a capital crime for rebellion. You know this very well.
Before you commit a capital crime, come back with me...".
"enough!",
The man wearing the mask finally spoke, and his voice was like a muffled thunder in the empty snow, making the earth tremble.
His voice was still so cold, but it was wrapped in a lot of anger.
"Don't mention my father again. My father fought for the organization throughout his life and left many scars. In the end, he was exiled by the leader and was destroyed.
That’s enough—”,
After Fu Yelie finished speaking, he raised his sword and said coldly to the ghost sword,
"The destiny of a samurai is a road with no retreat. I will reach the end soon. Come on! Let me see if your red belt samurai's strength is worthy of the title.
Fu Yelie, please fight the great warrior!"
After Fu Yelie finished speaking, he picked up the golden long sword with one hand and walked towards the ghost sword.
"good!",
Ghost Sword nodded silently and waved his right hand in the sky. His Killing Ring (Bai Qian's Divine Sword) drew a beautiful circle of light in the air. The scabbard flew out, revealing the blade as cold as ice and snow, and a wave of
The aura wrapped around the sword, and the ghost sword pressed the long sword behind him, preparing to fight.
But after Fu Yelie walked twenty meters in front of Ghost Sword, he suddenly stopped. He looked at Ghost Sword's left arm and did not attack.
After standing like this for a few seconds, he put down the long golden knife in his hand.
"Your left arm is seriously injured. I won't defeat you. You can leave~~~
roll----"
Fu Yelie suddenly shouted loudly, threw the long knife into the air, jumped up out of the air, opened his arms like an eagle, and flew into the air.
At the same time, tens of thousands of silver needles shot towards Chen Zhi's team like meteors. Such breadth and density, so dense and overwhelming, that in an instant, everyone would be killed under these silver needles.
"Too fast~~~",
Chen Zhi screamed in his heart, these blue belt warriors really deserved their reputation. He pressed his tongue against the upper tooth hall, and the rapid air flow created a barrier, and the silver needles came to his eyes like falling rain.
There was an extremely clear sound, and the sword flashed across, and the ghost sword was like a shadow. He quickly chopped off all the silver needles with the long sword, and all the thousands of silver needles fell into the snow.
At the same time, Guidao also fell to the snow. He covered his left arm tightly, blood soaked out. Guidao gritted his teeth, showed unprecedented excitement, and shouted loudly,
"Fu Yelie~~~~~~, we have practiced martial arts together since we were young. I regard your father as my elder. I beg you once. You can't look back. Let the warriors behind you go!"
"Who should I let go? Hahahaha~~~~~~",
Fu Yelie suddenly laughed wildly, and then roared angrily,
"Ji Ling, you have noble blood, how can you ever experience our humiliation?
These warriors follow me voluntarily. I have never forced them. The organization treats us warriors with foreign surnames as nothing. From ancient times to the present, your Ji family has exclusively held the honor of red belt. My father is thirty years older than you and has experienced many years of experience.
On the battlefield, you are highly respected and have made great achievements for the organization. But in the end, your wristband did not change color until your death, but you were promoted to red belt at a young age. Have you ever imagined this kind of humiliation.
This is all a scam, stop deceiving us~~~~~~~
Kill~~~~~~~~~~~”
Fu Yelie suddenly seemed half crazy, swinging his arms upward, and tens of thousands of silver needles shot out from his arms.
But the more than 100 warriors behind him actually followed the breath of the silver needles and came towards Chen Zhi like the wind.
The injured Ghost Sword clutched his left arm and desperately cut off the silver needle. However, the samurai who arrived soon pressed the Ghost Sword on the snow. The remaining dozens of blue belt samurai waved their swords like a gale.
Attack Chen Zhi.
"block!",
Chen Zhi took out all the energy in his body, consolidated it on the barrier, and protected everyone in the barrier. However, when these warriors rushed over, Chen Zhi felt a powerful sense of oppression that he had never experienced before.
, Until today, Chen Zhicai realized that the warriors of the Ji family are as powerful as divine soldiers and generals.
"Zhila~~~Zhila~~~",
"Bang~~~~~~~",
There was a sound of heaven and earth shattering on the barrier, and the whole earth shook like an explosion. The strong curse barrier was split into cracks by the samurai's long swords, but it also ejected all dozens of samurai.
The guys in the barrier were frightened. Da Guo, who had just picked up a submachine gun and wanted to go up and show off his skills, now retreated to the back. He knew that this battle was no longer something they could participate in.
Just when Chen Zhi bit his bloody tongue and tried to use airflow to repair the barrier, a cold breath of death came from the woods behind him.
Everyone looked back and saw Ji Ying holding a long knife in her hand and standing quietly in the woods watching the battle. It had been a long time...