Martial Soul: Be a Saint

It was simply unreasonable!    

He was very clear about his little brother's strength. With his strength alone, how could he possibly kill those powerful guards?    

Inside the natural cave, Zhuang Liandie, who witnessed this scene, shook her head helplessly.    

"I still need to gain experience!" How can you grow up without experiencing the baptism of blood? Since that's the case, I'll let you experience it properly this time! "If you want to be strong, you must have a requirement to pave the way for you. And these are your stepping stones …"    

Zhuang Liandie sighed as she muttered to herself. As she paid attention to the situation outside, she helped Zhuang Mengyu remove the deadly poison from poisoned woman.    

"A mere yellow haired boy can kill several of my imperial guards, I don't believe this is so evil!"    

After a long while, Hong Tian who had recovered from his shock, muttered to himself.    

Soon, his expression became serious and a killing intent flashed across his eyes.    

He would suddenly turn around and point at the guards behind him. "You, you, you …" And you. You guys go up and chop those two for this young master! "    

Hong Tian sent out twenty of his strongest guards and rushed towards the two brothers.    

Witnessing this scene, the two brothers of the Ming family felt a burst of nervousness in their hearts.    

Yan Cheng turned his head to look at the beautiful big sister behind him, who was still motionless. He clenched his teeth, and this time it was his turn.    

He didn't have any other choice. In order to stall for time, he was going to risk it all.    

As the saying goes, good people are afraid of bad people, bad people are afraid of bad people, and bad people are afraid of people who don't care about their lives.    

The twenty guards in front of him were all so-called evil people, but Yan Cheng was actually a good person. So for his own master, he could be considered to be willing to throw caution to the wind and become someone who didn't care about his life.    

As the saying goes, killing one would earn him a pair, but killing a pair would earn him a lot!    

Who cares how many you kill, if you want to earn, that's what the current Yan Cheng is thinking.    

Clang!    

The twenty imperial guards brandished all sorts of weapons as they swept towards him.    

This time, Yan Cheng was like his brother, determined to die, he waved his sword and took the initiative to welcome him.    

"I'll fight you guys to the death, kill …"    

"Hmph, brat, go to hell!" The twenty imperial guards watched as the weak and indefatigable boy charged towards them with a cruel look on his face.    

In their eyes, Yan Cheng's action was akin to a moth flying into a flame, seeking its own destruction.    

In that instant.    

Twenty different types of weapons exploded with a resplendent light, drowning Yan Cheng within.    

In that instant, Yan Cheng suddenly felt like he was an ant.    

"He died just like that?" Hehe … Forget it, as long as I can save Master's life, then I, Yan Cheng will be considered to be completely filial! "    

In that moment of life and death, Zhuang Mengyu secretly shook her head inside the cave.    

"It's not good to lament!" You... Even though he is more mature and more mature than your younger brother, he lacks the spirit of your younger brother. Let me help you, look... "This is what a true expert is like!"    

Zhuang Mengyu's eyes flashed, the position of Emperor for tens of thousands of years, had caused her to lose all of her divine might.    

A formless consciousness seemed to have penetrated through countless dimensions and arrived in front of Yan Cheng, enveloping him within.    

Yan Cheng, who was originally determined to die, suddenly felt this supreme will, causing his heart to tremble.    

Just like that.    

Before he could finish his thought, a boundless power suddenly surged to his body, to his arms, and to the sword-shaped weapon.