The Swordsman of the Gods

048. Killer Capping Part I

Their sudden presence naturally took everyone by surprise. They all fell silent and immediately raised their weapons. However, this group did not target Wang's followers but Yongchun.

Taps!

One by one, they quickly walked towards him. Yongchun instantly took a few steps back and then pulled out one of his swords.

Not yet he had time to fend off precisely the base of the sword with the blade was clashing with each other. The two weapons momentarily trembled, momentarily stinging Yongchun's fingers.

“Killer, yes!?”

Yongchun also definitely knew what reason they had attacked Yongchun all of a sudden. But Wang Xian had been invisible all along, somewhere he was but what was clear was that a group of people like them was not his man.

This kind of cowardly habit, it was definitely not the way to fight the disheveled Wang Xian. Leader Wang had his own justice, although before this he used other leaders to kill Yongchun but in the end he intervened himself.

Trang!

Between the small sword and the long enough sword once again clashed and little by little sparks appeared because of it. The inevitable fight, Wang's followers were silent and confused by what really happened.

Who is this mastermind really?

Yongchun was pushed back, slowly attack after attack was pushed aside so easily by the group of assassins. They move in turn and attack without a pattern.

A blind attack would not let Yongchun off his guard in the slightest, as he was already used to this kind of random movement. But what makes him overwhelmed to be pushed back is none other than because of their numbers.

There are about 5-6 people.

At a glance, a half-moon light illuminated the road. Yongchun made a sideways step, and stretched the sword he held forward. Fend off the attack from the knife.

The longer he was wasting his energy. Plus, he could not let out a deep energy after his body had experienced tremendous fatigue since the presence of a Devil Art user came a week ago.

Coming from behind, the figure of a man who had the same characteristics slashed Yongchun's back. His steps stopped, he bit his lower lip and then once again he moved backwards.

Taps! Taps!

Jump further back then run towards the backyard as soon as possible. Avoiding the fight is also definitely very impossible to do moreover they are many.

No one helped. Yongchun was only trying to be alone to deal with the group of assassins.

“Nam!”

There was a scream coming from the backyard. Wang Jiayi's entire movement was completely locked down because of the same person.

“Again?! Why are they so many? Hish, why does every night have to be like this? I've never even slept so hard!” moaning Yongchun with a loud voice, he swung the sword towards them and made the person retreat.

“Hey, where's the other cousin?” yongchun asked as he helped her up.

“She is inside the main residence. Nam! Nam can be wretched later!”

“Then, Leader Wang?”

“Where do I know!” bawdy.

It seemed to be true, it wasn't Wang Xian who told them to. And now he said Wang Nam who was inside could be wretched because of something.

Yongchun also intends to help him but cannot for now. Because this group of assassins were still constantly swinging their knives.

Because it was too dark and the lighting in the backyard was damaged, Yongchun could not focus and see it properly. So that some knives from them slashed his face. It was as if it was eyeing what was behind the cloth that covered Yongchun's vision.

Later, the knives were thrown by them simultaneously. Almost he was wretched again, Yongchun was lucky at least there was moonlight at that time. Even the snow that fell could still be seen, their tracks were no longer silent and began to make noise.

Srak ..srak!

Taking a step back then stopping, he changed position by slightly bowing his body. Yongchun clasped the sword as he was about to stab something, stuck out those sword eyes between their waists which he then changed back to grasping them and slashed at their bodies in one sideways swing.

Do that at one point of view. Yongchun overthrew them all in no time.

“Huh, I'm lucky. The snow that accumulates in the backyard is very thick, so I can see their position accurately.”

Yongchun heaved a sigh of relief, he then entered into Wang's main residence. Flinched, seeing Wang Nam's body drooping limp with blood.

“What happened to him?” yongchun asked, approached them and checked Nam's pulse.

“I don't know the details. But they suddenly came. A group of assassins who should not be in this region,” said Wang Jiayi.

Wang Jiayi trembled, her fear continuing to creep all over her body from seeing her cousin get quite badly injured. But at least his cousin is still alive.

At first it was stressful to fight at night without lighting. Although some of it had been taken care of well, and it turns out this terror is still not over.

“Uncle Yong! Watch out!” pekik Wang Jiayi's.

A caped killer darted in from the other door, attacking Yongchun with both feet.

Bruak!!

Yongchun's body was pushed back in a single kick by him. Hit the table and make the wall break.

“Ugh!”

Yongchun's head hit first. For a moment his eyes blurred. Moreover, the killer did not want to leave his hand, he strangled Yongchun's neck with all his might.

As a result of the attack just now, his sword slipped out of his grasp. Withstanding the pain he was accustomed to, the trembling fingers tried to pull out a sword still tucked in his waist.

“You are this, who the hell?!”

Srews!

One swing still doesn't work on this guy. He jumped back and stood in front of Yongchun. A sharp gaze with golden radiance, seemed familiar to Yongchun.

“Emperor Ming? No, this posture was clearly a man who was thinner than him. A man of the same age as Leader Wang. But who?”

There was nothing else a man could think of other than Emperor Ming. Because the golden eye-light and the orange-burning aura are exactly the same. Yet Emperor Ming did not have the short, thin posture of a murderer that was before him at the moment.

Then who?

“Eth why I remembered the story that the Wang family had experienced. What possible?”

If not Emperor Ming, there was likely someone who was a descendant of him.

A story that was experienced by his younger brother Wang Xian.

Before asking or catching him, a dagger that had just been thrown pierced through Yongchun's eyelids. The killer left shortly after.

“Agh ..sick ..once ..”