There’s a big f*cking disease!
Ye Shijun cursed angrily, looking at Han Qianqian and Ning Yue flying towards him in unison, subconsciously shocked and angry, while taking several steps backwards in quick succession.
Now he was the one who was taking the initiative, he was the one who was taking the f*cking initiative.
Why did he, Han Qianqian, take the initiative to beat himself up?
Is there still a king’s law here?
“f*ck, Han Qianqian!”
You really don’t even give me a chance to pretend.
I’ll f*cking fight you!
No, I’ll fight you with my men!
As soon as the words fell, Ye Shijun directly waved his big hand.
With a loud bang, a group of iron horsemen suddenly emerged from the black air.
The horsemen were covered in black armour, their bodies were covered in black shadows that resembled but were not like ghosts.
A whole group of about thirty men, half of them with long spears and half with large swords, killed Han Qianqian in a powerful manner.
“f*ck you, Han Qianqian, you want to come and sneak up on your grandfather Ye, try the might of the Iron Riders of Death first.” Ye Shijun sneered fiercely.
Hoo!
The ghost horses roared, and thirty horsemen charged straight at Han Qianqian in a strange formation.
Although he had never seen these things before, and could not even talk about exchanging blows, from his intuition Han Qianqian knew that this so-called Iron Cavalry of Death was in no way to be underestimated.
“Be careful, get behind me.” Han Qianqian instructed Ning Yue, and took the lead himself, rushing ahead to meet them directly.
“Wow!”
“Boom!”
The long sword slashed straight down, the long spear fell straight down, and Han Qianqian subconsciously resisted with his jade sword.
At once, Han Qianqian only felt a numbness in his tiger’s mouth, as if the sword-bearing hand was against a mountain that was about to collapse, so heavy that one could barely breathe.
“Poof!”
Behind her, despite the fact that Han Qianqian had taken most of the attacks for her, and she herself was quite prepared, she still felt a sharp pain in her chest when several weapons pressed down, and the next second her throat was sweet, and a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out.
“Is everything alright?” Han Qianqian hurriedly said.
Ning Yue gritted her teeth and shook her head, “Don’t worry, I’ve suffered some injuries, I won’t die. San Qian, something’s wrong, these Deathly Iron Riders seem to have a lot of strength.”
Han Three-thousand nodded, it was indeed true.
“They’re strong, I’m not weak either, I’ll open the way.” Han Qianqian shouted coldly.
In the next second, with a direct jade sword, Han Qianqian rushed out of the heavy siege and his entire body soared into the sky.
“Seventy-two ways divine sword!”
With a furious shout, the harsh sword technique came down with him, and he attacked the Iron Riders at once.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The only sound that could be heard was the crunching of iron, Han Qianqian’s frantic sword attack almost all hit the armour of the iron riders, except for the sporadic fire points that were stirred up, nothing else.
“What?” Han Qianqian’s face was full of astonishment.
He had clearly aimed at the heads and other vital points of the Iron Riders, but why did he end up hitting them on their shoulders or backs, where their armour was so deeply defended?
With his recognition skills, he wouldn’t have made such a cheap mistake, would he?
“There’s something wrong with these Iron Riders.” Han Qianqian hurriedly shouted at Ning Yue.
“What?” Ning Yue was startled.
But what shocked her even more was that at this moment, while Han Qianqian was talking to her, the gang of Iron Riders had already transformed from defence to attack, and between their opposite hands, thirty swords and spears attacked Han Qianqian directly.
At this point, it was already too late for Ning Yue to warn Han Qianqian, so she could only watch the swords and spears go.
“Wow!”
Over there, Han Qianqian’s reflexes were also extremely quick, despite being pre-empted, but the good thing was that his reflexes and speed could get him out of the way to the maximum.
As the knife and spear fell short, Han Qianqian was already flying up several metres in the air, perfectly avoiding it.
Looking down, Han Qianqian’s trousers had been cut in several places. If it were a normal person, I am afraid that he would have left his legs between the sword and the spear.
Han Qianqian looked at the iron riders with some incredulity and frowned for a while.
“What’s the matter, Han, you’re a fool too, huh? Look at your stance, didn’t you just f*cking want to beat me up? Come on, holy sh*t, I want to be beaten by you so badly.”
Seeing such a situation, Ye Shijun was not only very confident at this point, but also scoffed repeatedly, and even, held out his own face for Han Qianqian to hit.
Han Qianqian smiled helplessly at Ning Yue, “I’ve never heard such a cheap request in my life!!!”
“Then you’ll have to satisfy her.” Ning Yue smiled and responded.