: Three Heroes Fight Seven Blades! To Protect Little Nuomi!

"puff--!!!"

A mouthful of blood, like a crimson fountain, gushed from Lei Wujie's mouth, staining his already fiery red clothes.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily into the wooden counter of the tavern, smashing the sturdy, century-old wooden counter to pieces.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Lei Wujie struggled to stand up, but let out a painful groan—at least three of his ribs were broken!

On the other side, Wushuang wasn't much better off.

His five flying swords, which he was so proud of, were like fragile glass toys in the face of Xie Qidao's domineering and unparalleled sword energy. They were directly blasted away and stuck in the walls and the ground, emitting a series of mournful cries.

Wushuang himself was also swept by the aftershock of the sword energy, and his whole body slid backward for several feet. His feet carved two deep grooves in the ground, and he only managed to stop when he crashed into the threshold. His face was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

too strong!

Is this the strength of a veteran expert in the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm?

Is this the ruthless and bloodthirsty head of the Dark River family?

Just one cut!

With just one strike, he rendered these two young geniuses of the martial arts world utterly powerless!

"Is this all you've got?"

Xie Qidao sheathed his sword and stood there, his eyes full of disdain. "Is this all the skill you've got? You dare to try and be a security guard? You dare to block my path, Xie Qidao?"

"Cough cough..."

Lei Wujie coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, used the Killing Fear Sword to support himself on the ground, and stood up unsteadily.

Despite the excruciating pain in his body, the flames in his eyes did not extinguish at all; instead, they burned even more fiercely.

"Old man... this is just the beginning! I'm not even done warming up yet!"

Lei Wujie gritted his teeth and forcefully activated the Fire Scorching Technique within his body. The previously somewhat dim red true energy surged once more.

"Xiao Se! Wu Shuang! Stop holding back! This old bastard is tough to deal with, let's go for it!"

"spell?"

Wushuang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, a glint of madness flashing in her eyes. "Fine! Then let's fight! I also want to see if my Great Ming Vermilion Bird can cut off this old dog's head!"

"Clang clang clang—"

The Peerless Sword Box trembled once more. This time, all the flying swords trembled, as if sensing their master's resolute determination.

Xiao Se stood behind the two men. Although he couldn't use force, his mind was racing.

"Lei Wujie, attack his left flank! Wushuang, use your flying swords to seal off his upper three flanks! I'll disrupt his energy flow!"

Xiao Se let out a low shout, and the Wuji Staff in his hand transformed into a blur. Although he lacked internal energy, each strike landed precisely on the nodes of air movement.

It actually created a strange aura that interfered with Xie Qidao's perception of the surrounding environment.

"superior!"

The three of them charged forward again!

at the same time.

"Who dares to run wild in Snowmoon City! Did they even ask the gun in my hand, Sikong Qianluo?!"

A sharp shout came from the street corner.

A red figure descended from the sky, wielding a silver moon spear that resembled a silver dragon, aiming straight for Xie Qidao's back!

It was Sikong Qianluo who noticed the commotion and rushed to provide support!

"Another one sent to their death?"

Xie Qidao didn't even turn his head, but instead slashed out with his backhand.

"when!"

A loud bang.

Sikong Qianluo felt a tremendous force coming from the gun barrel, which made her hands go numb. She tumbled several times in the air before barely landing, breaking two floor tiles as she did so.

"Such powerful force!"

Sikong Qianluo was terrified.

But she did not back down; instead, she joined the battle.

Lei Wujie, Wushuang, Xiaose, Sikong Qianluo.

These four people can be said to be the most outstanding young geniuses in this generation of martial arts world (although Xiao Se is a weakened version).

At this moment, for the first time, they joined forces to fight the enemy in order to protect the same goal—the little glutinous rice that was taking a nap on the second floor, and also to uphold the principles in their hearts!

Boom boom boom!

The first floor of the tavern instantly turned into a battleground.

The tables, chairs, and benches had long since turned to dust, the walls were covered with knife marks and sword holes, and even a layer of the floor had been torn off.

Xie Qidao was like a tiger that had broken into a flock of sheep; every swing of his blade brought with it a storm of blood and gore.

The four boys were like four tenacious wolf cubs. Although they were beaten and knocked away time and time again, they got up again and time again and clung to him tightly!

"Don't let him go upstairs!"

Lei Wujie was kicked away again, breaking another rib, but he still stood firmly at the entrance to the stairs leading to the second floor, even using his body to block the knife, refusing to move an inch.

My brother-in-law said they were taking a nap and shouldn't be disturbed.

Because the little girl upstairs called him "Big Red Brother" and even played "house" with him using a wooden sword.

This is a promise! This is a man's promise!

"You guys... are so annoying!"

Xie Qidao finally lost his patience.

He hadn't expected these kids to be so difficult to deal with, like chewing gum that he couldn't shake off no matter what he did.

Especially that kid in the red shirt, he's practically an unkillable cockroach! He clearly has several broken bones, yet he can still stand up?!

This made even the ruthless Dark River Clan Head feel a little annoyed.

More importantly, this is Snowmoon City!

If this drags on too long, and Sikong Changfeng or other experts arrive, he'll be in trouble!

We must finish this quickly!

"Since you're so eager to die, then so be it!"

Xie Qidao's eyes turned cold, and his aura suddenly changed.

He gripped the large black sword with both hands and slowly raised it above his head.

As he moved, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked away instantly, and all the light was swallowed up by the black knife!

An aura of despair and death enveloped the entire tavern like dark clouds pressing down on the city!

"The God of Slaughter... One Strike!"

Xie Qidao's voice was like a death knell from hell, every word carrying a strong stench of blood.

He was going to use this strongest strike to cleave these annoying brats in front of him, along with this dilapidated tavern and that damned Su Changqing and his daughter upstairs, all in two!

"It's over..."

Xiao Se felt the power of that slash and his face turned pale.

This strike has transcended the realm of carefree heaven and touched the threshold of half-step divine travel!

Can't stop!

It's impossible to stop!

"Lei Wujie! Get out of the way!" Xiao Se shouted.

But Lei Wujie did not dodge.

Instead of dodging, he straightened his back, spread his arms, and stood firmly in front of the stairwell!

Behind him was the second floor!

It's Su Changqing and Xiao Nuomi taking a nap!

"I won't dodge!"

A crazed fire burned in Lei Wujie's eyes. "You'll only get upstairs if I die!!!"

Xie Qidao grew impatient:

"Since you're courting death, then so be it! God of Slaughter's Blade!"

He gripped the knife with both hands, gathering all his strength, ready to cleave the three troublesome brats and the tavern in two with a single strike!