Five moves, divided into two rounds, attacked Zhang Fei's side. Zhang Fei's eyes narrowed into a slit. When Gao Jun's sword reached him, the other five knives were already a few feet away from him.
With a smile, Zhang Fei still waited there, regardless of Gao Jun's stab. When Gao Jun's sword stabbed between his eyebrows, he slightly moved his body. The blade of Azrael quickly rotated on his wrist and then swept out in all directions. It was like a spinning top. The white light of the blade of Azrael illuminated his body, as if it was inlaid with a faint white light.
The sound of metal clashing kept coming from the crowd of people surrounding him. The dust around them seemed to be unable to withstand such a strong murderous aura. It rolled around and surrounded them. The fallen leaves on
