Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 473 Dogs Not On A Leash Are Wild Dogs
Chapter 470 Three Wild Dogs

"Bastard!"

The dwarf-shaped man exploded, his clothes ripped apart, his figure swelled several feet, his body was full of muscles, like a giant of flesh, he punched Li Yunsheng like a rock from the sky.

At the same time, the string of beads in the fat man's hand turned into nine blue flames that shot out, and then connected with each other to form a barrier with a radius of Zhang Xu, trapping Li Yunsheng in the middle.

The cooperation between the two is seamless, and ordinary people can't see any flaws at all.

Just when everyone was curious about how Li Yunsheng should respond, a loud "sword cry" pierced through the entire Dianmao hall.

Li Yunsheng pulled out the sword that Qingluo had given him, put the sword on top of his head, and blocked the dwarf man's fierce punch without moving.

But before everyone had time to feel emotional, they saw the man with the two children, the long sword in his hand turned into a streamer, drawing an arc in the air, neatly cutting off the dwarf man's entire arm.

The dwarf man let out a wail, his muscles shrank again, and he retreated to the fat man's side in disbelief.

And after the obese man realized that something was wrong, he controlled the nine beads to turn from defense to offense, and the nine beads turned into nine small swords and shot at Li Yunsheng's vitals.

However, before the nine small swords touched Li Yunsheng's body, they were smashed to pieces by the hidden sword energy all over Li Yunsheng's body.

Seeing this, Li Yunsheng simply did not hide his sword intent and sword energy, and let the sword energy in his body rush out like a torrent breaking a bank, enveloping the entire hall in the blink of an eye.

The expressions of the audience members in the hall began to change from shock to fear, and they mobilized their true energy to fight hard.

Almost the moment they felt Li Yunsheng's frightening sword intent, the two men lost all fighting spirit, turned around and each took out a ground escape talisman to escape.

However, Li Yunsheng didn't have the slightest intention of letting them go, he directly locked the two of them with the sword field,
The moment they were enveloped by the sword field, the two men, one fat and one short, seemed to have turned into petrification. They stood motionless, their eyes wide open, and terrified, watching Li Yunsheng walking towards them step by step.

"Don't, don't kill me! Kill me, our son will not let you go!"

The fat man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and trembled.

"Your son?"

Li Yunsheng stopped and looked at the two with interest.

The strength of these three people is not weak, and Li Yunsheng is also very curious about who the master behind them is. With the disappearance of the sect these years, more and more monsters and ghosts have appeared in various places in Shizhou. He doesn't mind collecting more information.

"Our three brothers are from Shengzhou Tongyou Pavilion. You killed the third brother Gu Sanjian. I am the second brother Yan Zhou. This is my elder brother Yu Jin. People in Shizhou call him the Three Ghosts of Tongyou."

The obese man took a step back silently while introducing, and Yu Jin, who had a broken arm, also took a step back following his steps.

"Our young master is Xie Muyu, the son of Tongyouguan Guanzhu. He was nicknamed Xue Luocha. You must have heard of this name, right?"

There was a hint of threat in his tone.

"Your son is a blood Rakshasa?"

Li Yunsheng said in surprise.

This Tongyou Pavilion is one of the forces that have risen in Shizhou in recent years. Although it does not belong to the Xianmeng on the surface, it secretly takes over half of the assassination missions of the Xianmeng in Shengzhou. The people in the secluded hall basically didn't dare to lift their heads.

And this Blood Rakshasa and the three ghosts are a great disaster for Shengzhou. The four of them once slaughtered nearly a thousand people in a family in broad daylight. It's all a plague god.

So even in the Dianmao hall of the night city, everyone became a little dignified when they heard the names of these people.

"I advise you to be honest, those who oppose us in Tongyou Pavilion will have no good end."

Seeing that Li Yunsheng was "hesitating", Yan Zhou immediately became confident.

At this moment, Yu Jin, who had been staring at Li Yunsheng vigilantly behind him, suddenly coughed softly.

His cough was so soft that only Yan Zhou in front of him could hear it.

And Yan Zhou looked overjoyed after hearing the cough, and then squatted down very tacitly.

The moment he squatted down, a scroll in Yu Jin's hand unfolded, and an old man stood among the scrolls with a knife.

In the next moment, a saber aura broke out from the scroll, like a crescent moon composed of ink marks, slashing at Li Yunsheng.

It turned out that what the two of them said just now was neither begging for mercy, nor was it pretending to be a tiger, but simply delaying time so that Yu Jin would have time to untie the scroll that sealed the knife.

But what these two people didn't expect was that Li Yunsheng's response to this knife was very simple.

I saw him lift the long sword in his hand, and slashed down against the saber energy very easily.

But it was this very simple and freehand sword that directly disintegrated the knife in the scroll, and with a "puchi", Yu Jin's arm holding the scroll was also cut off with the sword.

"Who the hell are you? Why can you take the knife madness so easily?!"

Yu Jin endured the severe pain of losing his two arms and said in astonishment that what was sealed in his scroll just now was the knife of Xue Zhan, a mad swordsman a hundred years ago.

"Sword madness? It's just his sword intent, isn't it that strong?"

Li Yunsheng shook his head.

As he spoke, he lifted the sword again, not giving Yu Jin a chance to beg for mercy at all. As the tip of the sword slid past, the sword energy in the sword field was under the control of his sword intent, like a violent wind flying wildly. That metaphor is torn.

"This friend has to be forgiving and forgiving."

Just as Li Yunsheng pointed his sword at Yan Zhou, the last of the three ghosts, a young man called out to stop Li Yunsheng.

This man was dressed as a scholar, with a short sword on his waist, and his appearance was gentle like a scholar.

The position where he was standing at this time happened to be a few steps away from Li Yunsheng's sword domain.

"Young master, you are finally here, elder brother and third child..."

"shut up!"

Yan Zhou's face was full of joy as if he had come back from a desperate situation. This young man was none other than the Blood Rakshasa, but he was about to cry to the Blood Rakshasa, but he was sternly reprimanded.

"As the saying goes, a big dog depends on its owner. How about these brothers spare Xie's life for his sake?"

Xie Muyu continued. Although his words sounded very sincere, his tone was still full of condescension.

"We don't know each other well, so we don't need to be so affectionate."

Li Yunsheng said calmly:

"A dog without a rope is a wild dog. I hate wild dogs that bite people, not to mention he bit my friend."

After saying that, without any hesitation, he raised his sword and slashed down in front of the bloody Rakshasa.

That Yan Zhou was clearly a real master, but under Li Yunsheng's sword, he still had no strength to fight back, and his head rolled off.

(End of this chapter)