Chapter 227 Shangyang Swordsmanship(2/2)
Priest Si Li thrust the Zhaoyue Sword in the direction of those women.
With this stab, the sword energy is as strong as the Milky Way.
One after another, the sword light gathered into a stream, like the tail of a falling star in the sky, and stabbed towards the assassin leader unstoppably.
With such a sword, the woman had to summon all her energy.
She took a step back, then swung her long whip towards the sword stream.
As she took action, the four women also took action. Although the long whips were all shorter, they only affected the offense and had little impact on the defense.
Four people and four long whips rotated to form four vortices, blocking the leader in four layers.
The officiating priest held a sword in both hands and pointed towards the woman, with a stern look in his eyes.
"break!"
Following his shout, the sword flow directly cut the leader's long whip into hundreds of pieces.
Break one and break two, break again, break again, break again!
In the blink of an eye, the sword flow broke through four more vortexes, its momentum was unstoppable, and its power was irreversible.
The moment the sword flow collided with the vortex, the vortex immediately collapsed, unable to hold on even for a breath.
After breaking through four levels in a row, Jianliu had arrived in front of the woman.
At this moment, the woman had to use her full strength.
She pushed her hands forward, and a stream of silver light sprayed out. That was her natal weapon.
Like a silver hook, it spins and cuts towards the sword stream.
It's like a spinning gear cutting a long river.
The sword flow split into two and flew past both sides of the woman's body. The women next to her did not have such good flying weapons, nor did they have such strong internal energy.
The stream of swords split into two, and several women were instantly stabbed to death by the stream of swords.
Once thousands of swords pass by, no flesh and blood will be left.
At this moment, when everyone's attention was on the woman's side, Priest Si Li's flying sword suddenly appeared in the direction Chen Weiwei was facing.
The two weaker assassins didn't even react and were directly stabbed to death by flying weapons.
"Walk!"
Priest Si Li shouted loudly and pulled Chen Weiwei away to break out of the encirclement.
But at this moment, his body suddenly swayed. When he looked down, he realized that at some point, there were a lot of ants-like insects crawling on his legs.
Both of his feet were covered by these poisonous insects. He had tried his best to fight them, but he had neglected his feet.
It turned out that these flightless poisonous insects came up quietly from the house, crawled through the cracks in the tiles, and then climbed up to the feet.
The flying insects before can also be regarded as a cover for these flightless insects.
The moment Priest Si Li shook his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face turned a little dark.
Chen looked down slightly and saw that there were many poisonous insects on his feet, but he didn't feel them at all.
None of those poisonous insects bit him.
At this time, Chen Weiwei didn't care anymore. He hugged Priest Si Li's waist with his left hand and took the Zhaoyue Sword with his right hand.
A ray of sword light swept across, and the two assassins blocking the back did not dare to block it, but turned sideways to avoid it.
Chen Weiwei hugged Priest Si Li and rushed out of the gap where the two people died.
He didn't dare to look back, let alone fight again, he just rushed forward.
He kept flying across the roof, gritting his teeth and using all his energy to run. In the dark night, he was rising and falling at high speeds.
Chapter completed!