It turned out that this man had taken a fancy to Ding Ling's horse.
Although Ding Ling's Qilin Horse had changed greatly and was disguised to look just like an ordinary horse, it was still an extraordinary steed, far beyond comparison with common horses.
It was only natural that the man would single it out at a glance.
Ding Ling had encountered quite a few situations like this along the way.
Now that he had run into one again, Han Xin let out a cold laugh. Without waiting for Ding Ling's orders, he drew his sword and charged out.
Clang!
Sword God Art!
Dawn Swordplay!
As the sword thrust forward, flowers bloomed!
It was clearly only one sword strike, yet once it was unleashed, it seemed to stab out an entire sea of dazzling, resplendent flowers!
The leading man's pupils contracted. Horrified, he had no time to think and immediately leaped aside, rolling away. His skills were exceptional and his reaction extremely fast, but a sword flower still grazed his shoulder, slicing away a patch of flesh on the spot. The pain made him bare his teeth as his heart churned!
But very soon, his pain was drowned out by the continuous screams reaching his ears. He quickly turned his head to look, and at the sight, he could not help drawing in a sharp breath. His scalp went numb!
The thin young man leading the horse was casually spinning and slicing with a sword. It was like a windmill rolling across the ground, or a sickle cutting grass. Wherever it passed, heads rolled and blood flowed like a river!
The hundred or so brothers he had led here had all been slaughtered by that one man until their courage was shattered and their faces turned pale. Countless men turned