What a fierce force!

Is this his swordsmanship?

"There are experts!"

"kill!"

Seven or eight men in black jumped from other directions.

Each hand-held weapon is extremely fast.

After the blow, Ning Chuan knew what he was doing. His body suddenly jumped out, and he swung the sword in his hand, like a meteor, and struck another person violently.

Others use their swords to stab, pick, and point, striving for endless variations, but he only uses wide open and large close, focusing on chopping.

Click!

Another extremely harsh metallic sound sounded.

The air is billowing with energy and force.

puff!

The man grunted miserably, and met the same fate as the man in black before. The sword exploded and turned into countless debris, which were densely packed and hit all over his body.

Puff!

Ning Chuan's sword swept across and cut him off at the waist.

At this moment, the sound of metal swords suddenly came from behind. Two masters, their bodies like electricity, rushed from behind like lightning. One swept towards the back of his neck, and the other rolled on the spot and directly attacked his lower body.

Sweep his legs.

Ning Chuan jumped up at a critical moment, and his body suddenly rose several feet tall. He was so fast that he slashed at one of them with a backhand sword.

The man hurriedly tried to block, but with a click, the sword in his hand exploded, and corpses flew everywhere. It was horrific and blood dripped all over his body.

The remaining person rolled over on the spot, feeling horrified, and quickly left.

But after Ning Chuan landed, he moved very quickly, swung his long sword directly, and followed closely, slashing randomly with the long sword in his hand, making a whirring sound, extremely fast.

The remaining men in black quickly surrounded them.

Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang…

Click! Click! Click...

There were sounds of swords breaking and screams echoing.

Then, corpses flew out one after another quickly, their flesh and blood were mangled, and they were too horrific to look at.

Finally, Ning Chuan put away his sword and stood up, his clothes were hunting and his sword was dripping with blood.

The grass was broken in all directions, and the wind howled.

At this moment, I really deserve to recite a poem!

Clang!

The long sword was returned to its sheath, making a deafening sound that lasted for a long time.
Chapter completed!