Zhang Xiaohu easily slew several Blood Wolves that had rushed close, and his confidence immediately surged. He gave a light whistle, raised his sword, and charged at the remaining Blood Wolves.
The first few Blood Wolves had underestimated Zhang Xiaohu and been easily pierced to death by him. The next few grew wary, twisting and leaping about as they deployed every trick they had. Zhang Xiaohu's Azure Water Sword could no longer achieve easy success.
Thus, Zhang Xiaohu calmed himself and fully displayed the subtleties of his swordsmanship, fighting the Blood Wolves Zhang Xiaohua had allowed through.
Although Zhang Xiaohua used his divine sense to control Dream Chaser and employed the Dream Weaving Sword Technique within a ten-foot radius, slaughtering Blood Wolves from time to time, he still kept watch over his second brother. He also gripped several jade talismans in his hand, ready to throw them out the instant Zhang Xiaohu encountered danger. He firmly believed that as long as Zhang Xiaohu remained within the range of his divine sense, the Blood Wolves could pose no threat to him!
At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua saw that Zhang Xiaohu's swordsmanship was exquisite, his sword momentum unbroken and far-reaching. They were sword moves he had never seen in his life. Listening to Zhang Xiaohu's breathing, though it was somewhat heavy, it remained steady rather than scattered, showing the depth of his internal cultivation. Looking again at the internal force within his sword moves, his inner breath was stable. Though it could not be called vast and mighty, his internal force flowed smoothly, complementing his exquisite sword techniques perfectly. He was actually not much inferior even to Lu Lihong of Wuming Hall!
No one understood the foundation of Zhang Xiaohu's martial arts better than Zhang Xiaohua. These blood brothers had walked from