The Wokou below the walls were attacking in force, and Gyuki was drawing closer. At this moment, the five men surrounded Cao Jinxing together. Their purpose was obvious.
The Heavenly Dao Sword left its sheath. Facing the five attackers, Cao Jinxing sneered and released its hilt.
The sword hovered beneath his palm. With a flick of his hand, the Heavenly Dao Sword became a streak of rainbow light, spinning as it flew free.
Heavenly Dao Sword Stance: Parting Sword!
Like a flying eagle, the sword traced a semicircle before him, slashing toward all five men's throats in an instant, its speed inconceivable.
Before Kitahara Hayato could unleash his iai slash, the sword light was upon him. He hurriedly dodged, as did the other four. Having witnessed Cao Jinxing's abilities, none was certain he could withstand this move. They all twisted aside.
But despite their swift reactions, that lightning-fast sword light still cut their arms. Blood scattered, and all five grunted.
Seizing the opening, Cao Jinxing struck once with each palm. His Pure Yang Palm force was ferocious and unstoppable.
His palms rose, and blood sprayed!
-Xu Weixue and Murong Song, whose cultivation was lower, were struck before they could react.
Pure Yang Qi pierced their chests, severing their heart meridians. They vomited blood, their internal organs shattered, and their corpses crashed heavily below the walls, blood and filthy mud covering them...
The Heavenly Dao Sword spun back into Cao Jinxing's hand. As composed as ever, he charged toward Gyuki's attack without so much as looking at them.
Two moves, two deaths.
Ji Wenzong's heart pounded with terror. He was somewhat stronger than Murong Song, but only somewhat. Had that palm struck him, he would have died too!
*-No wonder he could intervene in battles between Faxiang experts. No wonder he