To save Yan Hua Yi Leng, Ye Luo had no choice but to leap up, leaving his center wide open. Naturally, the enemies would not miss such an opportunity. Seven or eight of them thrust their long blades at him at once. Fortunately, Ban Ye Shu, Breaking Waves Riding Wind, and Hei Bai Qi moved in time to block them. With Ye Luo desperately parrying as well, only one blade pierced three inches into his chest, missing his heart. That was the only reason he avoided dying on the spot.
Though the pain in his chest made Ye Luo's entire body tremble, he knew the crisis was not over—the man with the pistol would definitely attack again. Ye Luo would not give him another chance to fire. He immediately retreated several steps and hurled the Ink Sword in his hand. The black, jade-like blade shot straight for the man's heart like an arrow loosed from a bow, its speed no slower than the arrows Yan Hua Yi Leng had fired earlier.
More importantly, Yan Hua Yi Leng had been far from that man, giving the enemy leader ample time to react. On top of that, everyone had assumed Yan Hua Yi Leng would fall to the gunshot and Ye Luo would be pierced by several long blades. The leader and the gunman had both focused on that. By the time the short blade came flying at them, they were already too slow to react. At the very least, the leader had no time to block it.
The man had been eagerly anticipating the gains from his shot, never expecting a short blade to suddenly fly toward him. The delight on his face instantly turned to terror. Then his chest went cold as the short blade pierced straight through it and