Chapter 1672 Shen San Vs. Li Yixiao

"Hmph! I think you are the Southern Prince's Palace Army.

If you don't like our Tai'a Sword Sect, just come and kill us. Why do you have to do such mean things?"

Li Yixiao tried to stay calm, but his palms were sweating.

"Haha! So what if it is, so what if it isn't.

You will all die soon anyway.

Oh, by the way, don't cry and kowtow to me.

That's useless. I don't accept surrender."

Qiu Ye spoke in a lazy tone as if he was on his own kang.

It was obvious that the Tai'a Sword Sect was too weak and was completely out of his sight.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Lu Zhi behind him was so anxious that she almost burned herself.

Li Yixiao was also thinking of all the ways.

But he hadn't thought of any way for so many days, so what could he think of now?

Master, please come back soon.

We are about to lose the kingdom you worked so hard to build!

"Well... who will take down Li Yixiao."

Just when Li Yixiao and the others were thinking hard, Qiu Ye held the wine glass and looked around at a group of subordinates who were staring at him.

"I'll go!"

"I'm willing to go!"

"Shen San, please!"

"..."

At one time, no less than a dozen people asked to fight.

"Haha! You guys..."

Elder Qiu Ye drank up the wine and pointed at them with the wine glass.

His subordinates flocked to those who were easy to bully.

Just like wolves seeing sheep.

If they encountered a hard bone, they would retreat and no one would ask for a fight.

"Shen San, you go, it's still early, so if we withdraw so quickly, it seems that we haven't done much.

Do you understand?"

Qiu Ye put down the wine glass, leaned back, and squinted his eyes.

He disdained to watch such a fighting scene.

Shen San, the peak of the Juxing Realm.

He is short, good at using two swords, smart, and cunning.

"Shen San understands! Please rest assured, sir!"

Shen San clasped his fists and accepted the order, then turned and walked towards Li Yixiao.

A cruel and bloodthirsty look appeared in his eyes.

Clang...

Before he walked over, the two swords on his waist made a series of noises.

Li Yixiao concentrated and summoned the flying sword behind him.

This man exuded a murderous aura with a strong bloody aura.

It was obviously accumulated from years of killing people on the battlefield.

"Kill!"

A sudden shout scared everyone in the Tai'a Sword Sect.

Li Yixiao was no exception.

At the moment when he was distracted, a cold light came in an instant.

That was Shen San's left-handed knife coming out of the sheath.

Ding!

The swords collided, and a spark was thrown.

Li Yixiao's flying sword blocked the flying knife in time.

He was not afraid of Shen San. The two had equal cultivation, and it was still unknown who would win.

Although the man sitting on the chariot did not emit any fierce murderous aura.

But he knew that the man was definitely a big shot from the Holy Realm.

Because he only took one look at the other party and felt his insignificance.

It was even stronger than when he saw the head of the sect.

Hey! Don't think too much, just concentrate on the battle.

Li Yixiao knew that the other party was playing tricks on them.

But they had no choice, their strength did not allow it.

After more than a dozen rounds, Shen San was a little anxious.

He couldn't even take down a small deputy head of a sword sect, how could he have the face to explain to Elder Qiu Ye.

Although he was not in a hurry to kill the other party, he had to beat him half to death at least.

He took a deep breath.

"Ten thousand swords fired at once!"

I saw the two swords one in front and one behind, emitting bursts of fierce whistles and killing Li Yixiao.

At the same time, the two swords in the procession instantly split into countless sword shadows.

"Humph! In the same realm, no one can block my move!"

Shen San controlled the two swords, with a smug look on his face.

"You have ten thousand swords, I only need one sword!

Magical power - flying fairy from the sky!"

Li Yixiao raised two fingers and pointed at the flying sword!