Ye Xunhuan's sword had just started moving when a cold and murderous Sword Qi spread out immediately.
Where the Sword Qi passed, a muffled sound echoed in the sky as if pieces of cloth were being torn apart, the sound extremely harsh!
Upon seeing this, a glint shone in Yan Qingjun's eyes as he pushed both Yan Qingjun and Lin Zhetian away!
This seemingly casual shove sent Yan Qingjun and Lin Zhetian flying several meters away!
Immediately, Meng Ran tapped his foot, his whole body darting towards Ye Xunhuan like a low-flying swallow.
As Ye Xunhuan's longsword danced, the four men surrounding him with a flanking maneuver also moved.
However, their faces remained expressionless, like stone carvings or robots, devoid of any emotions such as joy or anger.
Facing Ye Xunhuan's fierce swordplay, the four men moved simultaneously, producing four iron chains out of thin air as if by magic!
Yes, iron chains!
