Without a second thought, Zhang Zhaoshen charged out. With his dual swords in hand, Ding Heyan was a completely different person from when he was unarmed! If his opponent got ahold of those swords, it would be all over!
At that moment, Lu Ying's sharp cry rang out. "You and your son are truly vicious!"
SPURT!
It was the sound of Zhang Yi spitting blood as he was sent flying by Lu Ying's palm strike.
In the courtyard, Ding Heyan had only managed to grab one sword, but that was more than enough.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Amidst the flurry of sword light, Ning Xuan saw Zhang Zhaoshen, half his flesh and blood already stripped away. His opponent's sword is incredibly fast!
"Father!" Zhang Yi shrieked from inside the room, his eyes looking as if they would split from rage.
THUMP!
The only answer he received was his father's severed head hitting the floor.
At the same time, Lu Ying's hair danced wildly as she began to play her Qin.
CLANG!
