Jianchen's footwork changed, and his body moved two meters to the side like a ghost, dodging the attacks of the ten people.
However, the ten people's reaction speed was also very fast. Even though their attacks had missed, they didn't stop and immediately chased after Jianchen. At the same time, the spear in Zhou Yun's hand was filled with surging Saint Qi as it shot towards Jianchen's heart like a bolt of lightning. Zhou Yun had already used all of his strength in this attack.
"Hmph!" The corners of Jianchen's mouth curled up into a cold smile. Although the ten people's attacks seemed very fierce, at most they would only give Jianchen a bit of pressure. Jianchen really didn't put them in his eyes.
Jianchen's arm suddenly shook, and the Light Wind Sword turned into a blur as it pierced out. In that short moment, the Light Wind Sword had already pierced out ten times, colliding with the Saint Weapons that were coming at him.
Although the Light Wind Sword looked very small, and couldn't be compared to the Saint Weapons of the ten people in front of him, it still contained a very large amount of power. When the ten Saint Weapons collided with the Light Wind Sword, they were all bounced back by the Light Wind Sword's powerful force.
The expressions of the dozen or so Saint Weapon wielders changed at the same time. They had never imagined that this seemingly unassuming sword, which was only as thick as two fingers, would actually contain such a powerful force. This time, when they clashed, their hands that were holding onto their weapons were slightly numb from the impact.
While everyone was still in shock, a white light that was so fast that it was hard for the naked eye to catch grew bigger and bigger in front of their eyes at an unbelievable speed. In the end, before they could react, the white light streaked across their necks like lightning.
The bodies of the dozen or so people immediately stiffened. On their necks, a bright red wound slowly appeared. Then, the wound continued to expand. In the end, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Among them, only the Great Saint Master Zhou Yun managed to dodge the attack. The rest of them had their throats slit by the Light Wind Sword.
After killing more than ten people, Jianchen did not stop. His body swayed slightly as he charged toward the escaping Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun immediately paled in fright when he saw Jianchen charge towards him. He knew from his previous clash with Jianchen that he was definitely not a match for Jianchen. He would not be able to last long at all.
Zhou Yun did not want to fight Jianchen alone. He immediately retreated and dodged to the side.
"Brat, I, Zhou Butong, will not let you leave this place alive." Following a loud shout, Zhou Butong, his face filled with killing intent, immediately moved in front of Jianchen, blocking him from pursuing Zhou Yun.
Right now, Zhou Butong's eyes were already bloodshot. The dozen or so people from before were the backbone of the Zhou Clan. To the Zhou Clan, they were as important as pillars. Not only did they all have the strength of a Saint Master, they were also quite intelligent in business. They were practically in charge of all the businesses of the Zhou Clan. Now that these pillars had died, the Zhou Clan's losses were quite disastrous.
Jianchen coldly snorted and said, "Originally, your Zhou Clan could have stayed out of this matter, but since you insist on interfering, then your Zhou Clan's destruction has already become a foregone conclusion. You want to kill me? Based on your current strength, you do not have the ability to do so." After he finished speaking, Jianchen did not hesitate. The Light Wind Sword in his hand brought out a series of sword shadows as he attacked Zhou Butong.
At this time, a small group of armored people suddenly rushed out from the backyard of the Zhou Clan. There weren't many people in this small group. There were only about twenty of them. However, this group of people was very disciplined. It was as if they were a well-trained army. Even the footsteps of their feet were exactly the same when they were running at high speed.
"Patriarch, the Tiger King Squad has been brought here." A middle aged man at the front of the group called out to Zhou Butong.
Hearing this, Zhou Butong's spirit was roused. His figure was somewhat embarrassed as he dodged Jianchen's long sword. His gaze shot towards the group of twenty people and he immediately shouted, "Tiger King Squad, listen to my orders. Immediately kill this brat in front of us."
The Tiger King Squad was a group that the Zhou Clan had spent nearly thirty years of time and a large amount of money to raise. From the original three hundred people, they had gone through countless battles of life and death. Today, only twenty people were left in front of Zhou Yun. And these twenty people of the Tiger King Squad were already the strongest force in the Zhou Clan.
"Yes!"
The twenty members of the Tiger King Squad replied in unison. Their running speed suddenly increased, and each of them shot towards Jianchen like cannonballs.
Feeling the aura of the Tiger King Squad members, Jianchen was slightly surprised. This was because these twenty members of the Tiger King Squad all had the strength of a Saint Master.
"This should be the trump card of the Zhou Clan." Jianchen thought to himself. Just as he was thinking, the members of the Tiger King Squad had already crossed the hundred meter distance and arrived in front of Jianchen. They brandished their Saint Weapons and slashed towards Jianchen. Zhou Butong and Zhou Yun, the two Saint Masters, also cooperated with the Tiger Fang Squad to attack Jianchen.
Jianchen continuously moved his feet, dodging the attacks of Zhou Butong and Zhou Yun. The Light Wind Sword transformed into a silvery white light, and before the Tiger King Squad members' attacks could land on him, the sharp tip of the Light Wind Sword had already cut through their throats.
After that, Jianchen's body turned into a blur as he shuttled back and forth between the Tiger King Squad members. The silvery white light of the Light Wind Sword flashed continuously as the Tiger Fang Squad members' throats were cut, mercilessly reaping their lives.
In the blink of an eye, the twenty members of the Tiger King Squad had been wiped out by Jianchen.
Seeing that the Tiger King Squad had been completely wiped out, Zhou Butong's body began to tremble. The killing intent in his eyes had reached an unprecedented level. In his heart, the Tiger King Squad was like a precious treasure. In order to raise this elite squad, he had spent far too much time and effort.
Without giving Jianchen any time to think, the sound of something breaking through the air could be heard. The Light Wind Sword in Jianchen's hand was covered in a layer of light as it once again pierced towards Zhou Butong. In the blink of an eye, it was already close to Zhou Butong's throat.
Zhou Butong immediately used his greatsword to block in front of him. When the Light Wind Sword came into contact with the greatsword, the powerful force behind the blow caused Zhou Butong to retreat a few steps.
Jianchen did not give Zhou Butong any time to breathe and immediately rushed forward. This time, the speed of his sword was even faster than before.
Immediately after, the third and fourth strikes were sent out at almost the same time. Each strike was incomparably fast, and each strike was faster than the one before.
The fifth strike …
The Light Wind Sword transformed into a blurry shadow as it overlapped with the previous four strikes. The speed of this strike was so fast that it almost exceeded Zhou Butong's reaction time.
"Pu!"
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