He was in mid-air. He flipped his palm and drew out the soft snake sword from his waist. It flashed with cold light and stabbed the Thousand-faced Young Master distractedly.
The Thousand-faced Young Master pointed his toes, jumped up lightly, and landed on a large branch nearby, his body rising and falling with the branches.
"Chu Shaoyang, are you going to take action now? Okay, the place here is too narrow, let's go to a more spacious place to fight."
After he finished speaking, he jumped up to the branch of another big tree, gliding smoothly through the air like a bird. Even Chu Shaoyang couldn't help but admire this light skill after seeing it.
However, Chu Shaoyang was not afraid at all, he also jumped up and followed closely behind Young Master Qianmian.
Young Master Qianmian deliberately wanted to lure Chu Shaoyang away from the carriage. The further away, the better. As long as he was further away, she would be safer in the carriage.
He knew that as long as Chu Shaoyang did not give the order, the people surrounding the carriage would not shoot arrows at the carriage, and absolutely no one would dare to take action.
Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart, and was stabbed by a sharp blade. He was horrified, knowing that Chu Shaoyang had already caught up.
He was in the air and had no way to dodge. He saw that he was about to be pierced by the sword. In the critical situation, he thought carefully and hurriedly used the skill of a thousand catties drop. His whole body fell heavily from the air like a weight. Young Master Chu Yang Zhi's sword, which was destined to win, fell into vain.
With a muffled sound of "dong", the Thousand-faced Young Master fell from the air and hit the ground as hard as a sandbag. His back hurt from the fall, as if his bones were about to be broken.
Before he could get up, he saw Chu Shaoyang holding a long sword and stabbing his chest from mid-air. He could only roll away and avoid the vital points on his chest.
But then, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and blood was flowing like a stream. A deep wound had been made by Chu Shaoyang's sword.
Chu Shaoyang succeeded with the sword, and again he was merciless. With a "swish" sword, he pierced the left wrist of Young Master Qianmian. Then he flipped and picked, Young Master Qianmian let out a long scream, and the tendon of his left hand had been damaged by this move. The sword breaks.
"This is just the beginning, there are more exciting things waiting for you later!"
Chu Shaoyang's eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, and he stared at the Thousand-faced Young Master fiercely. The tip of the sword hung to the ground, and blood dripped down the blade drop by drop. His whole body exuded an indescribable sense of murder, as if he had come from hell. The devil inside is as ferocious and ferocious.
Mr. Qianmian's arms were seriously injured and could no longer be lifted up. He was lying on the ground, staring at Chu Shaoyang without flinching, with only anger and no fear in his eyes.
"Chu Shaoyang, if you have the guts, kill me with one sword!" He shouted angrily.
"I have long said that killing you will give you an advantage. I will torture you until you can neither survive nor die!" Chu Shaoyang gritted his teeth and walked step by step in front of Young Master Qianmian, looking down at him condescendingly. He was like looking at an ant at his feet.
He picked up Young Master Qianmian, returned to the front of the carriage, threw him heavily on the ground, and said coldly: "I reward you with this piece of trash! You can play whatever you want, just remember one thing, no matter what, We can’t let him die!”
Young Master Qianmian's face suddenly turned paler than paper. His eyes were full of despair and he shouted: "Chu Shaoyang, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"
Chu Shaoyang sneered: "Don't worry, I won't let you turn into a ghost. Soon, you will become less human and ghost less like ghost, haha, hahaha!"