Xu Qi 'an stepped on the spearhead and used it as a pivot. He turned around and kicked the centurion's head off his neck. Then, he used the momentum of his turn to slash out with his peace blade.
The saber Qi flashed and disappeared.
The centurion's body was split in half, his intestines and internal organs spilling all over the ground.
Behind him, several soldiers 'bodies split open at the same time.
The soldiers swarmed up like a tide, slashing randomly. A golden light shone, and the crisp sound of the blade was endless.
The three sergeants were hiding among the ordinary soldiers. They took advantage of Xu Qi 'an's breath and rushed forward fearlessly. One of them hugged his feet, one hugged his body, and one hugged his right arm that was holding the saber.
At this moment, the martial artists 'early warning of danger seemed to be ineffective, because there were too many dangers. Hundreds of knives, dozens of Spears, and cold arrows were everywhere.
