Killing

Killing

Before Ye Zhao's words were even finished, Cheng Yang had already moved.

He pushed off with his feet, the Wind Concealment Step carrying his figure in from the left flank to crash directly into the front of the Elixir Force Mid-Stage disciple on the left side.

That person's short spear was only raised halfway when Cheng Yang's blade came down.

Seven Cleaves of Burning Heaven, First Cleave: Prairie Fire.

The blade swept horizontally, and before the man could even react, his chest was directly brushed by the edge, carving open a shockingly eye-catching gash.

Fresh blood spurted straight out, and in just a split second he collapsed to the ground, losing his breath.

Cheng Yang did not stop.

He used the momentum of the first cleave to spin his body, turning the blade over for the second cleave: Burning Wind.

The blade slashed diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, a crimson heat flow dragging a long tail in the air.

The Elixir Force Mid-Stage disciple on the right had just raised his thick-backed saber to block when the Broken Stream blade edge struck his blade face.

The moment the blade edge cut into the steel surface of the saber, it emitted a harsh metallic lament, the edge slicing clean through the weapon body to split it down the middle, severing it along with the man's shoulder.

Half a saber connected with an arm spun and plummeted to the ground, the man opening his mouth to scream as Cheng Yang's blade swept horizontally across the side of his neck.

Short, clean, a line of blood spurted from the severed edge, and his entire body toppled sideways, crashing onto the gravel to move no more.

Two blades, two people.

Ye Zhao's short saber stabbed in from the side.