Iron Bull held a shield in his left hand and a blade in his right hand. The man from the myriad sword sect wasn't weak, but Iron Bull wasn't weak either. From the looks of it, it was impossible to determine the winner in a short period of time.
Li Yu 'an looked at Zhao Hai coldly, his face showing a trace of anger. He didn't expect that one of his men would be stopped by Zhao Hai's servant. How could he not be angry? just as he was about to draw his sword to deal with Zhao Hai, another man jumped out from behind him. This man also held a sword in his hand. Without saying anything, he stabbed at Zhao Hai without even saying a word.
Zhao Hai didn't even look at the long sword that was coming at him. He was still looking at Li Yu 'an coldly. At this time, a man jumped in front of Zhao Hai and punched the long sword. He was wearing a pair of iron gloves, so when his fist hit the sword, he wasn't injured. Instead, he blocked the man from the myriad sword sect.
