At the moment, this team of Rakshasa sect's death warriors cooperated in pairs to intercept the escort team in front of them. Not only did each of them have excellent skills, but they also had strict rules and their own system when they divided and attacked together. This group of Rakshasa sect's death warriors were well-trained. Even Zhou Yi, who was their enemy, couldn't help but say good things.
It’s a pity that no matter how well-trained this group of death warriors are, there are still some huge gaps that cannot be made up for by any efforts!
How could a peerless master like Zhou Yi, who is at the top of the world, be stopped by just a dozen assassins
Zhou Yi held the Green Water Sword in his hand. After seeing that Heshal succeeded in his first surprise attack, Qi Han, the Blood Demon Blade, finally gave up his intention to try again. The claw shadows and sword lights flew, and the two gradually fell into a fight. Zhou Yi estimated that it would be difficult to determine the winner between the two in a short time.
Seeing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly. Well, if that's the case, then the task of breaking through with all one's strength will be taken over by me
Zhou Yi only saw the tip of his sword swinging lightly, without seeing any movement of his arm, but the originally dim iron sword suddenly transformed into a wave-like continuous sword light, and with just one circle, it encircled several people around him.
Several black-clad killers around him were immediately horrified and quickly waved their swords to block. Zhou Yi's sword light came suddenly and no one dared to move rashly. They had to rely on each other and work together to resist.
However, Zhou Yi was not in a hurry. The sword light flickered and he occasionally took a step forward, backward, left or right. He did not seem to be in a panic or evasive manner. He always kept a step away from the enemy and steadily pushed the two of them out of the range of three feet around him.
The two black-clad assassins were upset. If they were defeated, it would be understandable. However, being suppressed like this without any ability to fight back was a bit murderous. The black-clad assassins looked at each other and quickly took out a strange object from their waist. With a slight shake of his hand, an iron eagle claw flew out of his hand and locked onto Zhou Yi's throat like a meteor.
Zhou Yi's eyes glowed with a strange light, and he said with a smile: "Interesting!"
This iron eagle claw has a strange shape, and is fastened with an iron chain at the back. It is guided by internal force and can turn freely in the air. Its trajectory is very strange. It is indeed a unique martial art.
Zhou Yi has always been interested in new and unique martial arts. The Iron Eagle Claw is a unique weapon. Although the moves are crude and not very impressive, it is at least a little interesting.
The iron eagle claw came at him through the wind. Zhou Yi did not dodge or evade. He lowered his eyelids, and the hilt of the sword shook slightly, and like lightning, it touched the head of the iron eagle claw. With a snap, the eagle claw in the black-clothed assassin's hand was like a poisonous snake that was pinched by seven inches, and it instantly drooped down.
The black-clad assassin's attack failed, his arms felt slightly numb, and he hurriedly retracted his eagle claws, a puzzled look on his face.
The White Eagle locked the throat, like an eagle hunting a rabbit, and it was usually successful. How could this kid break this move so easily without any evidence of his movements
But Zhou Yi did not give the two men a chance to think too much. He stepped forward hurriedly, with the tip of his sword slightly lowered, and his body swaying in the majesty, as if he was in harmony with the wind, which was extremely mysterious.
"Not good!" another black-clad assassin shouted wildly, slashing forward with the long sword in his hand like a rainstorm, and shouted loudly: "Go!"
But before he finished speaking, he heard Zhou Yi say something faintly.
“Too late!”
The sword has flashed!
The previous moment, Zhou Yi's sword had just deflected the attacks of three iron eagle claws; the next moment, the sword light was already close to their throats.
The sword flashed, and blood flew all over the sky. With one strike of the sword, the two black-clad assassins fell backwards at the same time, their throats opened, their faces horrified, and they died with their eyes open.
Zhou Yi stepped forward, and with a sword he hooked up the iron eagle claw on the ground. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then threw it towards Heshal who was fighting with Qi Han not far away, and shouted: "Catch your eagle claw!"
Heshar reached out to take the eagle claw, and landed steadily on a high ground. He stared at the Blood Demon Knife Qi Han in front of him with burning eyes. His five fingers were bent into claws, and the momentum on his body kept rising. It was obvious that it was the critical moment to decide the outcome!
The Eagle Claw Kung Fu is all about quick victory. Just like an eagle swooping down on its prey from high in the sky, it usually kills its prey with just one move. Who has ever seen an eagle hunting and fighting with its prey endlessly
"East Eagle West Yang!"
Heshal roared angrily, and his claws and ten fingers grew longer again. The fingers became extremely sharp, as if they had been carefully polished tens of thousands of times. Heshal flicked his finger lightly and used his extremely high internal strength to drive the Iron Eagle Claw into the air. His right hand used the Steel Feather Evil Claw. Coupled with Heshal's incredibly fast lightness skills, it was as if there were two flying eagles in the air, swooping down on Qi Han back and forth.
"Asshole!"
Suddenly seeing such a fast speed and claws that suddenly became so sharp, Blood Demon Blade Qi Han was terrified. While he hastily blasted dozens of Blood Demon Blades forward to try to block Heshar in front of him, he retreated in panic.
However, the Divine Sword Transforming Blood and the Demonic Blood Technique were both sword techniques that consumed a lot of true energy. To use them so lightly was already a big taboo. Moreover, facing Heshal's unpredictable and peerless lightness skills, it would be difficult for him to even resist a little.
Heshal's figure flashed and he avoided the several attacks of the Blood-Transforming Demonic Sword that he blasted out.
Steel Feather Evil Claws—Painful to the skin!
He lunged forward again, and his sharp claws like cones pierced Qi Han's neck from the left and right. If he was hit in such a vital spot, he would definitely die.
For a moment, the entire space seemed to become exceptionally vast and lofty, as if there were only two people on the battlefield between heaven and earth, and the only thing that could serve as the background was the intermittent sound of the wind blowing through the trees.
Hmm? The wind
At this moment, Hesaer's heart trembled as if he felt something, and the muscles of his eyes twitched slightly unconsciously.
A blade light that was incredibly fast and beautiful suddenly appeared in the air. The blade light was curved like a full moon, like the moonlight on the 15th night, seemingly gentle, but terrifying to the point of shocking.
A knife slashed across, as if passing through the air without any hindrance. The gaseous black eagle that Heshar seemed to have condensed into a substance seemed to quickly dissipate like a bubble. Then the man appeared from a big tree not far away. With a flash of knife light, he immediately wrapped Qi Han up and quickly distanced himself.
To be able to successfully rescue someone from such a situation, the man's martial arts skills must be extraordinary. And the distinctive crescent-shaped blade light of his sword revealed his identity without any disguise.
The full moon sets, the sword light rises, spanning a hundred thousand miles across the earth, the sword light is as cold as snow, where can I hear the spring rain
Looking at the thin man in black clothes, with a pale face and a somewhat sickly look, Zhou Yi's pupils suddenly contracted, and then his voice trembled slightly, and he uttered a voice of surprise and joy: "Night Demon?" (To be continued)