With the gentle wave of the young man in golden armor, the flying swords in the sky turned into a golden storm in an instant, flowing away like a soldier who received the command of the general.

Before the golden light arrived, the aftermath of the strong wind had already blown up large areas of bricks, wood, sand and gravel, pressing towards the neon warriors like a sea of ​​storms.

At the same time, Zhang San launched the desolate realm, and an invisible black cloud instantly covered the surrounding area by a hundred meters.

The neon warriors who were concentrating on waving their swords around trying to stop the Golden Light Saber Sea suddenly felt a sense of spiritual pressure coming from the front.

This sense of oppression with awe-inspiring murderous intent seemed to be shaking in their minds as if it were physically real. The warriors couldn't help feeling a tingling sensation between their eyebrows, causing the originally airtight defense to reveal a little flaw.

Unfortunately, under the blow of this saturated coverage, revealing a flaw is equivalent to embracing death.

With a sour sound of gold and iron clashing, a warrior's sword could not bear the pressure and was cut off by the flying sword. The body of a warrior was ruthlessly penetrated by the flying sword. For a moment, flesh and blood flew across the field, and his shape was terrible.

A few seconds later, the golden light returned to the back of Zhang San, and the flying swords that were still dripping with blood made a few sword masters who had experienced this wave of sword rain with their superb skills and were both trembling and did not even dare to think of turning around and escaping.

They looked up at the golden-armored man who was holding his hands slowly rising into the air like a demon. The uneasiness and fear in their hearts became heavier and heavier.

Zhang San ignored the changes in the minds of these ants and gave indifferent instructions to his subordinates:

"You have heard what I said just now? Anyone who made a sound just now will be undone and thrown into feeding the dog. Those who kneel down and beg for surrender can make an exception to keep his entire body."

"Yes!" The little brothers agreed loudly and rushed into the battle circle in an orderly manner.

Zhang San was just watching the battle leisurely, and suddenly frowned and waved his hand to put a sand gold shield behind him.

"Bang! Swish--" A strange blue-black sword aura actually cut open the solid sand and gold barrier and continued to fly towards Zhang San.

After the sword energy passed through the sand gold shield, it was already at the end of its strength. Zhang San easily avoided it, but the person who cut out the sword energy successfully attracted his attention.

That was a delicate young man wearing a light blue kimono.

Although his facial features are soft, fair skin, and thin body like a woman, Zhang San saw at a glance that this person is unusual.

Because the man was holding a reverse blade knife in his hand.

The so-called reverse blade knife means to drive the blade on the back of the knife, so that the enemy can be injured with a blunt face during a fight without causing the enemy to die.

The purpose of the blade on the back of the reverse blade is not to turn the blade and hurt people at a certain moment, but to always test one's inner self and awareness.

Its blade is facing itself, and every time it swings it is a reflection and sublimation of the swordsman himself.

This young man could use the reverse blade to cut out such sharp sword energy, which shows that his sword realm was already in the hall, and Zhang San immediately became interested in him:

"It's interesting, sign up!"

"Zhang Jun, stop! I, Heijiro Yanagi, opponent!"

"Ha?" Zhang San high-five, "So you are the new neon sword star rumored here."

"The sword technique is indeed pretty good~" Zhang San rubbed his eyebrows, "But in Chinese... Zhang can only say 'June Chuanghua Language is the first to get started'."

Just as he was teasing, Zhang San saw that his younger brothers stopped and looked at him, he couldn't help but sneer and said unhappily: "Who is your master? Have I asked you to stop? Continue!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the younger brothers were immediately frightened by the elegant and easy-going smile on Zhang San's face, silent as if they were silent. They rushed towards the enemy with red eyes.

Even the four disciples of the Ninja Sect who were forcibly incorporated by Zhang San using the sealing technique yesterday were not ruthless when they attacked their compatriots. They all worked very hard, for fear that they would be recorded by Dou Mei, the "supervisor" beside them, and ended up suffering and dying.

"Enough!" Seeing that Zhang San heard his words, Heijiro Yagyu not only refused to stop, but even began to get worse. He couldn't help but roar, "Enough!...Fight!"

Seeing the other party's angry look, Zhang San couldn't help but feel funny. He pulled over a Chinese-speaking Neon brother who had just recognized yesterday, put his hand on his shoulder and said in a frivolous tone:

"Ha~ Are you the big neon people who bully the weak and fear the strong? I love you~"

"I didn't dare to say anything to the neon words when I was so worried. I really put my hope of survival on Zhang's reputation as the honest and reliable young man? I feel that as long as I don't violate my warning, I will not kill him?"

As he said that, he patted the wooden man in front of him who was motionless and seemed to have become a sperm of a weight that was eaten by a turtle, and said softly:

"You translator told him that you can stop if you want me to stop. As long as he can defeat one of my subordinates, I can consider letting them go."

My brother nodded and turned to Yagyu Heijiro and translated:

"The master speaks いました, his subordinates are limited, he retreats, and he will take the lead, and he will take the lead."

After hearing this, Yagyu Heijiro nodded after pondering for a moment in agreement.

Seeing that the other party agreed, Zhang San waved casually behind him: "Okay~ Shen Chong! Come here."

Immediately, a man wearing black glasses, unshaven beard, and wearing ordinary little brother's clothes came out, and walked to Zhang San with his eyes blankly.

A certain madman turned a blind eye to his younger brother's mental state that seemed to have been taken over by dozens of men in turn, and stepped forward and patted his shoulder affectionately:

"When you perform, I will remove the sealing technique on you if you win this person."

After saying that, he reached out and called a golden flying sword and handed it to him, "Although you don't know how to sword skills, you can still suffer if you have no hands and empty fists. You can use this sword first."

Colleague, when he saw a ray of light flashing in his eyes when he heard the hope of lifting the sealing technique, he couldn't help but smile in his heart, and added a buff to him.

"You don't have to be too nervous, you will also be rewarded if you lose - I will catch Xia He back to serve you as your company."

Chen Chong:(▼へ▼メ)!

Seeing that Shen Chong was ready, Zhang San ignored the idea of ​​Yagyu Heijiro on the other side and announced on his own: "Okay, since both sides are ready, then--"

"I decided it was you, let's go—the seedling of disaster!"

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ps: Sorry, sorry, please look at the "author's words".

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Chapter completed!