Chapter 121: Severing Sword

  Bang!

  A swordsman emerged at the sound, spat blood and retreated!

  The blue sky suddenly appeared, bringing a chilling coldness that heavily chopped into the chest of a knife guest. In the blink of an eye, two knife guests had lost their combat effectiveness.

  Han Yu didn't hesitate for a moment, his body spinning like a top, the cyan light carrying an aura of death, ruthlessly crashing into the remaining few knife-wielding guests.

  Those few knife guests were shocked, the curved knives in their hands bravely slashed forward. Another clever one threw the curved knife in his hand fiercely towards Han Yu and flashed back desperately.

  The heavenly strategy brought a cold and deadly aura, making them feel terrified, for the time being, who would still think of launching a surprise attack?

  Han Yu's lips were lightly pursed, and his eyes seemed to be burning with a fierce killing intent as he swung the Tian Ce in his hand.

  The scene of these people surrounding Zhuo Bufan and chopping him to death had truly enraged him. At the same time, it also made him feel a chill down his spine - if he had arrived any later, wouldn't Zhuo Bufan have been killed by those people?

  At this thought, Han Yu couldn't help but want to slaughter all these people. The Tian Ce in his hand naturally became even colder and more ruthless.

  After the sound of "ding-dong" passed, a snow-bright curved knife flew up, and then it was a burst of "puffing" sounds that made people's teeth ache, which floated into everyone's ears amidst a flurry of hot blood.

  The knife guest who was desperately retreating suddenly shook his body, looking at the snow-bright curved knife that was almost handle-less and stuck in his abdomen. He slowly raised his head, looked at Han Yu with a complex and fearful gaze, and heavily fell to the ground, falling together with his companion.

  The bloody smell around immediately became thicker, with a slightly sweet taste that made people want to vomit.

  Han Yu's body was also stained with some, but his figure still stood upright, holding the right hand of Tian Ce, still firm and powerful, he began to walk step by step towards Liu Po Dong.

  Liu Po Dong's face changed, and there were still many younger brothers by his side, but this did not bring him a sense of security. On the contrary, under Han Yu's gaze, he felt as if he was standing naked in the sun.

  "Stop him, stop him for me!" Liu Podong started to back away and shouted nervously.

  Several junior disciples of Jianmen began to block Han Yu's path, but the cyan Heavenly Strategy flew out every time they approached, and then retracted in the midst of the bloody rain, not a single person could stop him for a moment.

  "You, don't come any closer! I'm the young master of Jianmen. If you hurt me, my father will annihilate your entire family!" Liu Podong retreated backward with a shiver.

  Han Yu's face turned iron-blue, his eyes devoid of any pity. He coldly curled up the corner of his mouth and said in a chilly tone, "Just now, when you laid hands on my brother, did you ever think that I would annihilate your entire family?"

  "You..." Liu Podong was choked with anger, his eyes staring at Han Yu as he got closer and closer, when suddenly he made a move.

  Always retreating, the timid and fearful Sword Gate Young Master Liu Podong suddenly moved, with swift and fierce movements, even faster than his subordinates. The curved knife in his hand appeared out of nowhere, as if it had torn through the air and distance between him and Han Yu in an instant, now hovering above Han Yu's neck.

  Then, one knife cut down fiercely.

  Han Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the Tian Ce in his hand quickly sprang up. The sharp blade emitted a shrill whistle, heavily colliding with the curved knife.

  The curved knife retreated, then reversed its direction and rose upwards, like a crescent moon, suddenly appearing at the vital point of Han Yu's chest and abdomen.

  Han Yu's mouth curled up, Liu Podong's movements were strong and his changes in moves were fast, which was beyond his expectations.

  However, just this is still not enough to want to hurt him.

  Han Yu's experience in killing was far richer than Liu Podong's, and his skills were stronger than the other side had imagined.

  With a cold laugh, Han Yu's body suddenly twisted and turned in an eerie manner, as if the air around him had begun to twist and turn visibly. Then, his Tian Ce (Heavenly Strategy) sword began to strike the curved knife in Liu Po Dong's hand in a strange and continuous motion, causing the curved knife to fly upwards, taking the arm that held it with it.

  Liu Po's face changed greatly, but this guy was also a character. Seeing that things were not going well, he immediately loosened his hand and let go of the curved knife without hesitation. Then, he retreated violently while shouting loudly: "Duan Reng..."

  Han Yu's Tian Ce suddenly rose, and the curved knife turned around, then Han Yu's left hand stretched out and tapped the hilt of the knife. The curved knife quickly chased after Liu Po Dong's retreating figure.

  His hand with the Heavenly Strategy slightly lifted upwards, and his body which was about to pounce forward suddenly stopped, because a flash of cold light suddenly flashed by beside him, deflecting that soul-snatching curved knife back.

  The curved knife spinning in a circle came so quickly and suddenly that Han Yu's body jerked backward, the Tian Ce and the curved knife colliding fiercely.

  Han Yu only felt a surge of power from Tian Ce, causing his wrist to tremble slightly. With a slight change in expression, Han Yu's wrist moved, and he took a step back, finally deflecting the curved knife.

  The snow-white blade spun around in the sunlight and fell down, landing softly on the sandy beach.

  Han Yu narrowed his eyes and looked forward, only to see a middle-aged man with an ancient face standing in front of Liu Po Dong. His face was cold and stern, wearing a black single garment, and his unimpressive physique exuded an aura that made people dare not look directly at him. It was as if he were a lion about to pounce, using his icy gaze to size up his target.

  It's clear that this is the personal bodyguard beside Liu Po Dong, a true master of the Sword Gate.

  Han Yu's eyes moved slightly and fell on the dark red knife in his hand, her pupils shrinking violently.

  The blade extends only about thirty centimeters from the hilt before coming to an abrupt end, with a neat break at the front, as if it were a fine long sword that had been snapped in two.

  Broken sword?!!

  Han Yu suddenly remembered what Dark Snake had told him: when he got to the north, he should be careful of a guy who used a broken sword!

  Is it him?

  Wow!

  Han Yu's eyes caught the broken sword seemingly moving, his body flashed to the side like being electrocuted, and the Tian Ce in his hand quickly chopped over.

  Right!

  The Duan Dao and Tian Ce collided, this time the blue blade transmitted a greater force, Han Yu only felt his arm numb, his body involuntarily retreated two steps, silently cursing the other for being despicable, actually launching a sneak attack. But he had to muster up his spirit, dancing the Tian Ce in his hand like splashing water, somewhat struggling to cope with that unpredictable and deadly Duan Dao!

  I'm done for...