A squeak.

The sword was bounced away by the wooden branches, and there was a long blood mark on Hong Yue's arm. To outsiders, Du Nan did nothing, just stretched the wooden branches to block the road, and Hong Yue automatically reached out to make him scratch.

Hula!

Hong Yue ignored his injuries, and his long sword was like a moon spinning.

A squeak.

Du Nan was like a painter drawing a circle, and he drew wooden branches with the sword. Such a "clumsy" movement was only a little faster than Hong Yue. Once again, Hong Yue's arm splattered blood like a spring, and even the long sword was picked up by the wooden branches.

Two moves and two strokes, the emperor's wounded soldiers fell... Everyone could not understand this somewhat dramatic scene at all.

Is this a battle for the emperor?

Why does it feel like a trick to beat a child?

But Hong Yue was more shocked than anyone else... He was serious and tried his best.

Thinking that the other party also had to test the imperial belt... What kind of purple storm will this group of nine people form? (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!