The Reunion with Song Tian

"Seventh, why waste your breath on them? Cut them down!"

A black-clad man stepped forward. Clang! His long sword flashed out of its sheath and thrust toward the girl's chest.

But the youth suddenly punched out, and the black-clad man's face burst open.

He didn't even manage a scream before falling backward.

In the blink of an eye, the two black-clad men behind him reached out like lightning and caught their companion.

But the youth's punch had been too fast and too fierce. Several bones in the man's chest were surely broken; he was barely breathing in, and hardly breathing out.

In an instant, all the black-clad men spread out.

One of them gripped his long sword and lunged at the youth.

The girl drew her own sword and stood beside him.

The youth sensed something wrong with the incoming attack. He grabbed the girl and pulled her back ten feet.

The spirit sword in the girl's hand looked sharp, but had no force behind it. The black-clad man didn't need to exert himself; he quickly pressed forward and was about to reach them.

The youth didn't stay where he was. He pulled the girl farther back!

They retreated all the way to the courtyard wall.

Even through the wall, Wang Xian could hear their ragged breathing.

The black-clad men kept closing in. They were now no more than ten steps from the youth and the girl.

Before the black-clad man could take another step, half the youth's body suddenly went numb. He slumped helplessly toward the ground...

"Senior Sister, this is bad! I've been poisoned!"

The youth had never imagined that though his punch had broken the black-clad man's ribs, the man's sword had also cut his arm.

He hadn't expected the sword to be poisoned.

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