"Thank you Mr. Ye for your reminder, please give me advice!" Muto held the knife in both hands and looked at Ye Xiu.

"Give me advice? You deserve it?" Ye Xiu chuckled. The moment he finished speaking, his originally shaky figure rushed out instantly, like a meteor, rushing towards the sword formation set up by the seven people.

The light shone in Wu Teng's eyes, and the true energy in his body suddenly burst out, and the others were all focused and were about to face Ye Xiu together. However, he saw Ye Xiu's hand holding the knife tremble, and the huge long sword suddenly burst out a dazzling light, just like a crescent moon slashing out horizontally.

It was obviously just a sword light, but it enveloped the seven people together.

Except for Muto, the other six people didn't even have time to resist with the samurai sword in their hands, and were hit by the sword light and flew backwards. A long blood mark appeared in each of them.

They all looked at the bloody marks on their chests with a deep bone-observing sight and died one after another.

Only Wu Teng, who lifted the knife to protect his heart, looked at the long sword in Ye Xiu's hand with horror. In his vision, the long sword disappeared like moonlight, leaving only a bare hilt, and the blade had disappeared from its whereabouts!

When Muto looked down, he saw a piece of fragments inserted into his chest, which was like a bullet sank into his heart.

A miserable smile appeared on the corner of Muto's mouth...

It turns out that what I call self-confidence is a joke.

Even when facing a warrior Longteng at the end of his strength, it was just a matter of one sword for him. Suddenly, he remembered the battle he mentioned to him more than a hundred years ago.

It seemed that the Longteng warrior also used this method of breaking swords to kill his ancestor.

It seems that the knife is called Broken Moon.

The moon can also be broken, let alone a person?

Ye Xiu didn't know that these seven swordsmen were from Japan, from a sect called Xuedao Sect. What he didn't know was that the Longteng warrior who killed the talented sect leader of the Xuedao Sect back then was the old man Long who taught his sword skills.

Along the way, he had killed too many people and had already been numb. Now he killed seven people, which was just a matter of doing it.

There was only one thought in his heart to see his son sooner.

Without looking at the few corpses on the ground, Ye Xiu strode into the gate.

In the hall where many screens were installed, Mu Hanxing stood speechlessly.

Hasn't that boy Ye Xiu reached the end of his strength? Why does he have such combat power?

He knew how powerful Mutto and others were. With their combat power, they were enough to fight against a powerful Nine-level powerhouse in their heyday, but he couldn't even take a single sword from the other party.

How much strength does this kid hide?

Will that guy Dugu Jian end up capsizing the gutter and being killed by that kid?

For the first time, Mu Hanxing was shaken by his plan.

But soon, Mu Hanxing threw this idea out of his mind.

Dugu Sword is not an ordinary Nine Realm, it is enough to fight against a super expert in ordinary sect realm.

Even if Ye Xiu's cultivation has entered the sect realm and he has fought all the way here, how many of his life's combat power can he have?

At this time, it is absolutely impossible to be Dugu Jian's opponent.

Taking a step back, even if Dugu Jian is unfortunately defeated, don’t he still have these hostages in his hands?

Thinking of this, Mu Hanxing completely relieved himself, glanced at the excited little boy next to him, and smiled and said, "Little guy, do you want to go outside to meet your dad?"

The little boy turned around and looked over, a little puzzled.
Chapter completed!