Red waist breaking line

Chapter 257

Seeing Yang Jie attacking with the head, the ambush soldiers surrounding him roared again and again.

Na Zhuo and the soldiers were not afraid either, they all drew their swords to meet the enemy.

For a moment, in the night sky, there were swords, lights and swords.

With a sudden sound, Yang Jie slashed out with a knife, and the blade rushed to Yun Xi like lightning in an instant.Yun Xi took a step back, avoiding the sharp edge, and turned sideways lightly, the wide sleeves of her robe were flung out like waves.With a loud bang, Yang Jie's saber was swung away by Yun Xi's sleeve.Yun Xi blocked a move, and didn't pursue it, just dodged to Na Zhuo's side and said: "I'm here to resist, you go back and save Xiao Yezi first. It's not good for you if you are late."

Nazhuo's heart was shocked, and he glanced at Yunxi: "Okay. Take care."

Yunxi whistled and shook her long sleeves repeatedly.He only heard the thunderous wind while the long sleeves were dancing, knocking down all the ambush soldiers surrounding Na Zhuo, immediately creating a gap for Na Zhuo.Na Zhuo led the few remaining soldiers and was about to rush out from the gap.

At the moment when Nazhuo had just rushed out of the encirclement, a black shadow suddenly flashed by, and with a flash of sword light, Nazhuo had been forced back into the encirclement, with his hands covering his shoulders, fresh blood gushing out from between his fingers. Obviously badly injured.

Although Yun Xi was being fought by Yang Jie, she could still see it clearly out of the corner of her eye—it was the young man in black who hurt Na Zhuo.

Inside the mask, the eyes of the young man in black were as cold as ice, staring straight at Zhuo, like a ghost, lifeless.

Na Zhuo covered the wound, gritted his teeth, raised the knife in his hand fiercely, shouted loudly, and slashed at the young man in black again.

I also didn't see how the young man in black moved around, letting the Zhuo slash down, but the moment the blade touched his shoulder, his figure floated away, and he moved away, leaving only the Zhuo with nothing. The afterimage of the point of focus.

Na Zhuo missed the blow, and regardless of the severe pain in the wound, he held the knife in both hands and charged forward again.He originally had the skills passed down from his family, and he has undergone military training for a long time, so he is naturally very skilled.Now it was the time of life and death, so he naturally didn't dare to push it any further, the attack was the unique skill of Zhanfeng Saber, a series of fast knives passed down from his family, only heard a few swishing sounds, he had already held the saber for more than ten times in a row.He has practiced this move for several years, and he has just achieved it recently. He has also been commended by his colleagues in the army. It can be said to be a housekeeping skill.He is very confident, even Xi Ye, who is famous for his martial arts, may not be able to completely avoid his fierce killing move.Among the eighteen knives, there is always one that can hit the vital point.

But he didn't expect that this time when he attacked with all his strength, he missed a single blow.

The most frightening thing was that he didn't see the young man in black defend himself at all.

Every knife he slashed clearly hit the target.

But each of his slashes was useless, as if each of his slashes had been cut on a cloud of air.

Beads of sweat were dripping down his cheeks from his brow.

The young man in black didn't speak, but slowly raised the long sword in his hand, his movements were stiff, like a zombie.

The blade did not point at Na Zhuo, but at the soldiers beside Na Zhuo.

Then, with a wave.

The blade did not touch the flesh of the soldier, but the blood flower had already followed the momentum of his sword and burst into the night sky suddenly.

This was a method of killing that Zhuo had never seen before.

The young man in black killed one, and then slowly turned his sword to the other with a single swing.

Another soldier also fell to the ground.

While Na Zhuo was still in shock, the young man in black swung his nine swords bluntly, and killed his nine most powerful soldiers.

(End of this chapter)