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Facing Miyamoto Kojiro’s fierce sword strike, Ye Xunhuan was not at all flustered, but instead stepped aside in the nick of time and avoided the sword!

At this moment, the attacks from the others had also reached Ye Xunhuan, and the air around them was filled with a fierce killing intent for a time.

It made the originally quiet surroundings suddenly filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

Facing the siege of Miyamoto Kojiro and four others, Ye Xunhuan remained completely composed. His footsteps, as if treading on a nautical chart, were incredibly mysterious, comparable to Duan Yu’s use of the Lightness Skill Lingbo Weibu in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," rendering him untraceable to others!

"Swoosh!"

Ye Xunhuan waved his right hand, and suddenly a three-foot longsword appeared in his hand.

Under the pitch-black night sky, the sharp sword emitted a captivating chill.

"Swish!"

Immediately after, Ye Xunhuan raised his hand and swept out a fierce Sword Qi toward Miyamoto Kojiro and the other four!

Where the Sword Qi passed, not only did dust fly about, but blades of grass and debris whirled in the air as if a hurricane had hit.

Facing Ye Xunhuan’s formidable sword, Miyamoto Kojiro’s expression changed slightly, and his body spun and vanished from the spot instantly.

The others did the same!

After seeing this, a chill slowly formed at the corner of Ye Xunhuan’s mouth!

"Ninjutsu, huh?"

Just as Ye Xunhuan’s words fell, a man suddenly appeared behind him, the cold gleam in his hand stabbing fiercely toward Ye Xunhuan’s back!

Just as the cold gleam in this man’s hand was about to stab Ye Xunhuan, it was as if eyes had sprouted on Ye Xunhuan’s back. He suddenly turned around, and at the same time, the blade in his hand slashed out with the speed of lightning!

This sword seemed to come from the distant horizon, striking with the speed of light and not only that, the dazzling cold gleam was as blinding as a full moon!

"Pfft!"

Where the cold gleam passed, a column of blood shot up into the sky like a fountain, followed by a bloody head rolling onto the ground.

Immediately, the man’s body fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

To the end, he probably never understood how Ye Xunhuan had detected him.

No sooner had Ye Xunhuan killed this man than another cold gleam appeared behind him, like lightning falling from the sky, suddenly materializing.

Just as the cold gleam was about to land on Ye Xunhuan, his body suddenly glided to the side like sliding!

Ye Xunhuan had just dodged when three plum blossom darts shot toward him in a triangular formation, brimming with lethal intent.

In just a flash, these three deadly darts had reached Ye Xunhuan.

The next moment, Ye Xunhuan’s right hand quickly swung out three swords!

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Three crisp sounds suddenly rang out, and then the three plum blossom darts fell to the ground.

Just as Ye Xunhuan had knocked these three darts to the ground, a shadowy figure appeared abruptly at Ye Xunhuan’s left side.

"Swish!"

The cold gleam suddenly appeared, attacking toward the lower part of Ye Xunhuan’s body!

Ye Xunhuan snorted coldly, and his blade directly parried!

"Clang!"

A spark accompanied a crisp sound that emerged, and then Ye Xunhuan’s right leg quickly kicked out toward Miyamoto Kojiro.

Just as Ye Xunhuan’s right leg had kicked out, Miyamoto Kojiro’s figure eerily disappeared from in front of Ye Xunhuan, leaving no trace at all.

Even his murderous intent was perfectly concealed at that moment.

However, in the next moment, a faint glimmer of cold light silently appeared behind Ye Xunhuan.

As soon as the cold light appeared, Ye Xunhuan’s lips immediately curled into a cruel smile, and he swiftly thrust the blade in his hand diagonally backward with a bend of his right wrist!

"Puchi!"

The sound of the blade penetrating bone abruptly rang out, as Ye Xunhuan’s blade directly pierced through the man behind him who had attempted to ambush him.

The man had raised his right hand, his blade already above the back of Ye Xunhuan’s head. If Ye Xunhuan had been a moment slower or if the man had been a moment faster, it would have been Ye Xunhuan who was dead and not him!

Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs in this world, only results and consequences!

Subsequently, Ye Xunhuan quickly pulled out the longsword from his opponent and slightly shifted his position, causing the man to fall headfirst to the ground, without a struggle, motionless.

In just an instant, Ye Xunhuan had directly killed two people, and it seemed he had hardly exerted any effort.

As Ye Xunhuan drew his sword and the man collapsed, Qianhuan Lanqin suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xunhuan like an evil spirit crawling out of hell, her blade locked towards Ye Xunhuan’s neck like a hooked scythe!

"Hiss..."

The hook-like blade tore through the air in front of it, pressing forward with an unstoppable momentum towards Ye Xunhuan.

"Swish!"

Ye Xunhuan ducked his head slightly and, at the same time, his left hand transformed into a palm swiftly striking towards Qianhuan Lanqin’s waist!

"Thump!"

A muffled sound abruptly erupted, followed by Qianhuan Lanqin flying backward like a kite with its string cut, her body hurtling through the air.

Mid-air, Qianhuan Lanqin’s mouth opened slightly, ejecting a spurt of bright red blood, which scattered on the ground, glaringly vivid under the dim moonlight.

"Clang!"

Qianhuan Lanqin’s body heavily crashed to the ground, a sharp pain instantly spreading throughout her entire body.

Just as she attempted to rise, a piercing pain, like being cut by a knife, suddenly shot through her, forcing her to abandon the effort to get up!

At this moment, the only ones left who could confront Ye Xunhuan were Miyamoto Kojiro and another woman, whose name Ye Xunhuan did not know.

Ye Xunhuan stood still, the evening breeze stirring his clothes and hair.

In the next moment, Miyamoto Kojiro suddenly appeared to Ye Xunhuan’s right. He sprung up, his blade striking down towards Ye Xunhuan with the force of Mount Tai!

"Zila..."

With a slash of his blade, the air in front of him was torn apart. The fierce, chilling Sword Qi swept towards Ye Xunhuan like a frigid winter wind.

Instantly, a terrifying intent to kill enveloped Ye Xunhuan from head to toe.

"Swish!"

Almost instinctively, Ye Xunhuan raised the sword in his hand to block!

"Clang!"

Miyamoto Kojiro’s blade powerfully struck Ye Xunhuan’s sword, sparking a series of sparks.

Seeing this, a look of surprise flashed across Miyamoto Kojiro’s face. He had thought that his strike would either kill Ye Xunhuan or severely injure him, and even if Ye Xunhuan managed to block it with his sword, the sword would have been split into two.

But to his surprise, Ye Xunhuan’s sword was not shaken in the slightest.

What kind of sword was this?

His sword, after all, was Onimaru, one of the top five swords of Fusang, a national treasure capable of cutting through iron as if it were mud. And yet it was blocked by Ye Xunhuan’s sword—how could he not be surprised!

As Miyamoto Kojiro was taken aback, that only combat-ready woman suddenly emerged from behind Ye Xunhuan. Her Crescent Blade, like the scythe of death, swiftly stabbed towards Ye Xunhuan’s neck!

If this blade pierced him, then Ye Xunhuan would surely be dead!