"Cut through the wind!"
"Cut through the headwind!"
"Slice the gods with a single slash!"
"So vague..."
Two ninjas simultaneously leapt up, shielding five others in front of them.
Meanwhile, two shogun generals and three sword masters unsheathed their swords at the same time, unleashing five sword Qi that cascaded like avalanches, icy and wild, striking the golden silhouette formed by Yang Ge from different angles, like laser weapon execution, a spectacular scene to behold.
"Pride of Frosty Snow!"
Just as the five sword Qis were about to hit him, a thirty-meter sword Qi, like a sun piercing through clouds, surged forth with the force of a thousand troops, crushing the five sword Qi in the manner of a blazing sun overwhelming fireflies, sweeping across them.
Before one could speak, in a flash of dazzling gold, Yang Ge's figure appeared behind the five men, leaving a scene like cherry blossoms floating in a bloody rain.
"Pfft!"
