Dart Lord of The World

"Hmph, struggling in death!" Yu Guanchao snorted, he used all his strength to swing his right hand, the blade in his hand was like an arrow, aimed straight for Ying Kui's chest.

"General Ying, be careful!" Wang Zhengyu who had rushed over just happened to see Yu Guanchao's movements. If it was before, although Yu Guanchao was strong, he was not able to kill a late stage of transition stage warrior with a single strike. But Ying Kui was just running out of energy, furthermore, the speed of the blade was extremely fast, in a moment it was right in front of Ying Kui.

It was too late for Wang Zhengyu to stop him. At this distance, Yu Guanchao's blade had already reached Ying Kui.

"Puchi!"

The cold blade intent made Ying Kui feel as if his body was gradually turning cold. He lowered his head and looked at the blade that was stuck in his chest, "Putong." His legs went soft and his knees touched the ground.

"General Ying Kui!" Wang Zhengyu rushed over and supported Ying Kui, wanting to check on his injuries.

"General Wang, I can't hold on for more than two days. Please help me tell my father that I haven't lost the face of the British Army." Ying Kui spoke in an intermittent manner. He stopped Wang Zhengyu from checking his injuries because he did not need to waste time on it anymore.

"Guard..." Stay... Miraculous... "Bang!"

Ying Kui had completely lost all signs of life, both his hands hanging down powerlessly.

Seeing Wang Zhengyu bringing a group of experts over, Yu Guanchao's mouth formed a smile, "Wang Zhengyu, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Wang Zhengyu stared at Yu Guanchao with a cold expression. Anyone could see the anger in his eyes.

"Where's Tong Hui? Let him come out as well! " Wang Zhengyu looked for Tong Hui's figure in the crowd. The two were extremely cunning, in the battles before, they would never fight him alone.

"I've been waiting for you!" Tong Hui slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Wang Zhengyu, I will give you a chance. Come fight with me, what if you win? I will let you leave JOSELF! " Yu Guanchao did not immediately join hands with Tong Hui, but chose to compete with him.

Yu Guanchao was the most outstanding newcomer to Great Yan Empire's generation, and had his own pride. Previously, he had always disdained working together with Tong Hui to fight against a single Wang Zhengyu.

The thing that shocked Yu Guanchao the most was that his and Tong Hui's joint attack actually did not manage to kill Wang Zhengyu. After several exchanges, his admiration towards Wang Zhengyu grew more and more.

All along, Yu Guanchao had always wanted to have a chance to face Wang Zhengyu head on, and now this opportunity was right in front of him.

"What are you joking about? This is a battlefield, do you think this is the stage for you martial artists? " Tong Hui's full name was Tong Ge Jia Hui. Imperial family name.

Yu Guanchao laughed, and took out an item similar to the Smoke signal from his chest. He lit it up, and the fireworks in the sky shone with a resplendent brilliance. Other than the troops of the Nine Continents, the rest of them knew that Yu Guanchao was sending the signal to attack from all angles.

"He's very strong. I don't think that it's just me. You also want to have a fair fight with him!" Yu Guanchao stared at Wang Zhengyu, and the two of their gazes clashed intensely in the air. Not only Yu Guanchao, Wang Zhengyu's eyes were also filled with fighting spirit, even being able to find an opponent was still a competition of strength. The two of them were both born into the martial arts world, their desire for the opponent had deeply affected them.

Tong Hui saw that Yu Guanchao had already issued the command to attack, and the troops on the other side saw the signal, so they must have already set out. At this time, the most important person of garrison of the continent, Wang Zhengyu was already left behind, and the result of the battle was already clear, it was not impossible for Yu Guanchao to fight Wang Zhengyu head on.

Tong Hui calculated in his heart. He was a cautious person, he had a definite understanding of Yu Guanchao's and Wang Zhengyu's strength, in his opinion, the chances of Yu Guanchao defeating Wang Zhengyu was not high. Of course, if Yu Guanchao had some trump cards, then maybe, but Wang Zhengyu? Every time they crossed swords, Wang Zhengyu would always be surrounded by danger. Did he not have any cards up his sleeves?

"Alright, I also want to see whether great swallow's Wu Lin Xiu is stronger, or Nine Continents's Wu Lin Xin is stronger." Tong Hui had already made up his mind in his heart that regardless of whether Yu Guanchao won or lost, he would not let him go. Once Yu Guanchao lost, he would still be able to make his move against Wang Zhengyu.

Wang Zhengyu and Tong Hui had brought their men here for a night raid. Now that he had reached the east gate, they did not attack immediately, but instead dragged the time out, there was definitely a reason behind this abnormal event.

"I hope that Ah-Man can protect the north gate." Wang Zhengyu thought silently.

"How is it?" Yu Guanchao looked at Wang Zhengyu provocatively.

"So much nonsense. Make your move!"

The Ancient Sword on Wang Zhengyu's back could already feel his fighting spirit, it floated behind him triggered by his Innate Qi.

Seeing Wang Zhengyu use the ancient sword, Yu Guanchao laughed coldly, and retrieved a flexible sword from his waist. The sword had always been around his waist and was rarely used, many of the martial artists in great swallow had never seen it before, because they had always thought that Yu Guanchao's weapon was a blade.

It was not only the experts of great swallow, Tong Hui and Wang Zhengyu were also startled. They did not expect Yu Guanchao to hide his strength so deeply, in their previous few exchanges, they had never seen him use his soft sword.

Yu Guanchao shook his hand, and the silver sword moved like a silver snake, releasing a clear hissing sound.

Although they had fought previously, the opponent had never used any sword moves before, so Wang Zhengyu had no choice but to be cautious. It could be said that Wang Zhengyu was in a passive state this time, and the two's strength was about the same, the opponent had a rough understanding of his techniques and sword moves, but's sword moves were not.

The two of them were very cautious, they did not take the initiative to attack, at the moment, Wang Zhengyu was thinking that since he did not understand the opponent's movements, the risk of offense was too high, he might as well wait until he fully understood the situation before attacking.

Sure enough, Yu Guanchao was not patient, he took the initiative and attacked first, the flexible sword in his hand turned into a ray of silver light, drawing a silver arc in the night sky.

"So fast!" Wang Zhengyu and Tong Hui were shocked, in the past, Yu Guanchao's sword techniques were extremely overbearing and fierce, and his techniques were extremely suitable for his blade style, using his tyrannical strength to win, but now using his soft and gentle sword, he actually had such a speed.

Facing his opponent's soft and feminine sword, Wang Zhengyu stomped his hind leg, instead of retreating, he advanced instead. The ancient sword behind him seemed to have been pulled by a thin line, landing in his palm and holding onto the sword hilt, Wang Zhengyu sent out a flower of swords to welcome Yu Guanchao.

The silver flexible sword clashed with the ancient sword, and in terms of power, the flexible sword suffered a loss, because the soft sword body was not suitable for a collision of strength, but Yu Guanchao was not knocked away by Wang Zhengyu, and the flexible sword in his hand was not broken from the ancient sword either, but instead wrapped around the ancient sword like a silver snake. Although the soft sword could not unleash the power of a martial artist, it could still cut off the opponent's strength, and borrowed the opponent's strength to transform the sword body and strike with force.

The cold tip of the flexible sword swept past Wang Zhengyu's eyes, and just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce into his eyes, the former retreated a few steps, while Yu Guanchao took the opportunity to stick to Wang Zhengyu, following closely behind, the flexible sword in his hand was also tightly sticking to the ancient sword in Wang Zhengyu's hand.