Blade shadows like the wind, swift as lightning.
Only the sound of 'clang clang clang clang' of iron echoed, as eight steel knives and two iron hooks clashed madly, intertwining in the blink of an eye.
Qin Yuesheng's strength was immense; within a few breaths, the two opponents felt their hands go numb, forcibly shaken by the force of Qin Yuesheng's blade.
"Good fellow!" These two bald men, even when fighting two against one, still felt they couldn't suppress Qin Yuesheng. Instantly, they twirled the iron hooks in their hands, entwining them with the blade edges, making their originally hard weapons seem soft and flexible.
In front of Qin Yuesheng, the two iron hooks interwove through his blade light like wavy lines.
In an instant, he thought of the two skilled yet not world-ranking masters recorded in Duan Huahe's book he had read before.
The Yao Clan's twin hooks from He family Village in the Central Plains.
