Slaughter (3)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
At the same time, the attacks from the two lord's guards landed on Zhou Jing.
The short spear on the right grazed his waist, drawing a deep bloody mark. The saber on the left, originally aimed at his neck, ended up slashing at Zhou Jing's left shoulder.
There was a splutter as blood sprayed.
Zhou Jing took advantage of the situation and lowered his shoulder to deflect the force. The right blade he had just slashed out turned around to cut off the enemy's left arm.
The guard on the left quickly let go, not wanting his arm to be amputated.
At the same time, Zhou Jing's feet did not stop. He raised his leg and stepped on the short spear on his right that was about to fly up. He relied on the momentum to flip himself up.
In the next second, he leaped into the air and quickly pounced at the enemy on his left, his speed half a beat faster than previously executed.
His left hand stabbed forward.
Psssh!