In the beginning, he was ranked alongside An Shigeng as a spoiled brat.

Even the strongest experts in the Crimson Silk Sect would be instantly terrified and lose all their fighting power.

"Young Master..."

"Listen to me, I only have some reservations when you're all here!"

In the battle to come, your strength will only be a hindrance. And Master Juezhi alone cannot protect everyone in the hall!

"Be careful, son!"

Upon hearing Zhang Xiaoshan's explanation, Liu Sheng Piaoxu did not linger.

Even though they were confident that they could stand on their own, since Zhang Xiaoshan asked them to leave, they didn't want to become his weakness.

As the four women turned to leave, the group of red-clad assassins tried to stop them, but the four women's figures flickered and leaped lightly, their graceful figures disappearing from the battlefield at an extremely fast speed, flying towards the location of the hall.

Elegant and graceful, with incredibly fast movements.

Such lightness of movement even shocked the hidden masters.

Such strength is just for show, a hindrance. What kind of strength would not be considered a hindrance?

For a moment, everyone looked at the proud figure in the middle, and An Yunshan narrowed his eyes.

"Won't you introduce our friend in the darkness, senior?"

An Yunshan nodded, and a dozen figures dressed in black outfits gradually emerged from the darkness. They were all first-class masters, or even top masters, in the martial arts world.

However, these were not what Zhang Xiaoshan cared about. What he was truly concerned about was the murderous intent lurking in the darkness.

"The danger is already apparent, why are you all burying your heads in the sand!"

Five more figures emerged from the darkness. Among them was a disheveled, burly man in hemp clothing, his expression forlorn, but a gleaming iron sword shone brightly—a divine weapon.

A refined and elegant middle-aged scholar, with melancholy eyes, clutches a red-scabbard gleaming with jade-like luster—the foremost swordsman of Jiangnan.

Xiaoxiang Divine Sword!

Dressed in a crimson Tibetan robe and wearing a yellow monk's hat, he silently chanted Buddhist scriptures while turning a prayer wheel in one hand. His imposing figure was at least nine feet tall.

The two old men, dressed in green and blue robes respectively, had sinister eyes and contemptuous expressions, clearly determined to take Zhang Xiaoshan and his two companions.

"The Number One Swordsman of Jiangnan - Xiaoxiang Divine Sword!"

This one should be the Nyingma school's Dharma King from Tibet. So who are these three?

The one who posed the greatest threat to Zhang Xiaoshan was the seemingly down-on-his-luck giant; the one with the deepest skill was probably the Red Sect Dharma King, whose power was as solid as a mountain, while the other three were probably at the level of ordinary top masters.

Even so, it still surprised Zhang Xiaoshan.

These are all top-tier martial arts masters; they are not so easy to invite, let alone someone who dares to come and wipe out the Zhang family.

"Enough with all this nonsense! Murder is murder, why waste time!"

Hearing the low, surging murderous aura, Zhang Xiaoshan nodded.

Yes!

Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them; why all this nonsense?

Buzz buzz buzz...

Suddenly, a series of muffled whooshing sounds filled the air. Everyone looked up and saw a large number of flying wheels approaching from afar.

The spinning gears of the flywheel carried a chilling, murderous intent.

However, Flywheel's target was not those experts, but a group of assassins in red cloaks, who flew in from all directions.

Suddenly, a terrifying killing intent descended.

Even if the assassins tried to avoid it, the flying wheels were too densely packed, and shifting their bodies to the side was no different than jumping out of one pit and into another.

Click! Click! Click...

The killing intent beneath the flywheel suddenly erupted. Before anyone could react, the flywheel spun, and one by one, the red-clad assassins were instantly decapitated.

Blood splattered everywhere; it was extremely cruel.

Even the experts present were startled and their minds were shaken.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

One headless corpse after another fell to the ground. A hint of amazement flashed in An Yunshan's eyes, but that was all.

This is similar to the musket squad, each with its own advantages, but the flying guillotine is more intimidating.

This is why Zhang Xiaoshan had Hongxiao leave earlier.

Such a cruel method of murder is not something that ordinary people can accept.

At this moment, An Yunshan looked at Zhang Xiaoshan and realized that the other party had been prepared for a long time and was definitely not responding hastily.

The figure of the Flying Guillotine appeared and disappeared, and Jin Bu'er, the leader, walked slowly with an iron umbrella in hand.

The first appearance of the Flying Guillotine showed initial success.

The figures in the darkness slowly emerged: Juezhi, Guo Jing, and the Mad Lion Tie Zhan in the hall...

The appearance of the Blood Droplets and numerous masters caused An Shigeng to show a bitter expression.

What? I was just teasing him.

Even the experts on An Yunshan's side looked solemn at this moment.

What they thought was a sure thing has suddenly become a close contest. If this fight continues, how many of them will be able to leave here alive?

They came here to be butchers, not to be pawns in a game where "one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand."

"not enough!"

Zhang Xiaoshan compared the number of top-tier experts: the opposing team had seven, while they only had five.

He, the two great ghost corpses, Guo Jing, and Jiu Guan Juezhi!

"Piaoxu, Uncle Gui, you two need to lend a hand too, the number of top experts doesn't match up!"

Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly shouted for reinforcements, and everyone almost collapsed on the spot.

Top-tier experts can be gathered at will?

If word of this were to spread throughout the martial arts world, it would be enough to shake the entire Central Plains.

Moreover, Liu Sheng Piaoxu was included, and An Jia was not unexpected, but what about the so-called 'Uncle Ghost'?

In the darkness, as a master wearing a demon mask slowly appeared, An Shigeng's pupils shrank, and his expression turned horrified.

"It's you! You're from the Zhang family?"

It was an absolute surprise, yet it seemed almost inevitable.

Even though most of the people were surprised, they didn't expect the other party to be from the Zhang family, let alone a grandmaster-level expert.

"Ghost Yama!"

An Yunshan looked at the other person, but didn't feel much excitement.

On the contrary, now that the two sides are evenly matched, he cannot really let them fight one-on-one. If the An family's strength is exhausted, what will he use to compete for the world?

"Young Master Zhang, you truly have remarkable skills. If it weren't for my intervention, the An family would have been completely under your control."

"Sir, you're the same!"

As the two locked eyes, those around them felt immense pressure.

In comparison, Zhang Xiaoshan's side still has the advantage.

In a one-on-one situation between top masters, Kuangshi Tiezhan, Jin Bu'er, Mei Chaofeng... these are all 'renowned figures in the martial arts world,' the upper echelons of top masters, completely overwhelming the unknown retainers of the An family.

Moreover, the Blood Droplets were also watching from one side.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: A One-Sided Clash Where Each Fights Alone

"Ghost One and Ghost Two, keep the nameless swordsman and the Red Cult Dharma King occupied. Master An, leave them to me. As for the other opponents, assign them to yourselves!"

At Zhang Xiaoshan's command, Ghost One and Ghost Two instantly sprang out.

With his immense and terrifying power, Gui Yi wielded a steel broadsword that tore through space, carrying an overwhelming force of swordsmanship, and slashed at the Red Sect Dharma King from mid-air.

when!

The staff with prayer wheels blocked the attack, and the space trembled as they collided. The Nyingma master immediately retreated.

Gui Yi, who was already at the pinnacle of physical training, has further improved his physical strength through the tempering in the Chaotic Demon Pool and the fusion with the domineering bronze armor. He can now go toe-to-toe with Zhang Xiaoshan, who is at the peak of the Seven Cauldrons stage, without being at a disadvantage.

The Red Sect Dharma King's power was profound, but it was only roughly equivalent to Gui Yi's True Qi realm.

Therefore, even though the Red Sect Dharma King was nine feet tall, he was no match for the ultimate mastery of the Ghost One.

This scene also startled An Yunshan and the others.

The experts personally recruited by An Yunshan naturally knew that although the Red Sect Dharma King was not the strongest attacker among them, he was definitely the one with the deepest skill.

Aside from the nameless swordsman, it would probably take the other three working together to fight him!

But with just one strike, the Red Sect Dharma King suffered a minor loss, demonstrating Ghost One's strength and domineering nature.

Gui Er was similar; with a copper and iron snake staff in hand, he swung it fiercely in the air, and the nameless swordsman dared not even dare to touch its edge.

He wanted to attack from the side, but the Iron-Blooded Twelve Styles, though seemingly fierce and incomparably powerful, were actually exquisitely skillful. The seemingly clumsy yet skillful use of the serpent staff overwhelmed the opponent with its momentum, giving the nameless swordsman no chance to catch his breath.

Coupled with the domineering power of the external martial arts, each strike contains immense force!

However, the nameless swordsman's swordsmanship was also exquisite. His elegant and agile swordsmanship allowed him to withstand Oni II's continuous attacks and parries despite the seemingly weaker situation.

Moreover, when he turned around, the numerous sword shadows resembled flying snowflakes, giving people a feeling of overwhelming sword energy.

Especially the sharp and imposing sword energy, which gradually created a situation of evenly matched strength with Gui Er.

With such powerful sword energy, everyone present knew how terrifying the nameless swordsman was; his swordsmanship was probably superior to all of them.

However, the two top experts who should have been on home turf were now being suppressed by Zhang Xiaoshan's two bodyguards.

Despite the nameless swordsman's terrifying power, Oni-II's strength and bronze armor meant that a decisive victory was unlikely in a short time; this was a battle between a swordsman and a knight.

At least in this situation, the two masters have no chance of escaping.

At this moment, everyone found their opponents, with Ghost Yama facing off against An Shigeng.

The God of Wealth versus Yama represents a struggle between three factions on Ghost Street.

However, neither of them made a move immediately.

First, they have been colleagues for many years and know each other very well; second, there is no need for either of them to suffer a lose-lose situation.

Even though they held different positions and served different masters, An Shigeng's identity was different from those assassins.

"Amitabha Buddha, please enlighten me, benefactor!"

Juezhi faced off against Xiaoxiang Divine Sword, wielding a sandalwood staff. Juezhi was using the Arhat Subduing Demon Staff, a skill he had mastered to an extraordinary level.

This is the signature skill of the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin.

The sandalwood staff is thick and sturdy; when wielded, it generates a powerful and swift force.

Even a simple move like "The Viper Emerges from Its Hole" can actually be used to target twelve acupoints on Xiaoxiang Divine Sword's chest with a long staff. If Xiaoxiang Divine Sword is not careful, a single strike from the staff could be just as powerful as being hit by a large truck.

This is the ultimate domineering style of stick fighting.

Unfortunately, as the legendary swordsman of Jiangnan, the Xiaoxiang swordsman easily deflected Juezhi's long staff with a single sword flash.

A lightning bolt of lightning, moving with extreme speed, flashed through Juezhi's eyes in an instant!

The Xiaoxiang Swordsman knew that the five eminent monks of the Zhang family were all from the Eighteen Bronze Men of the Southern Shaolin Temple, possessing external martial arts skills at the peak of martial arts prowess. Therefore, apart from their unknown weaknesses, their eyesight was their fatal vulnerability.

Otherwise, even with his divine sword's sharpness, he wouldn't be able to break through the Eighteen Bronze Men's Iron Bell Shield.

However, Jiuguan Juezhi means that he has mastered the Golden Bell Shield to the ninth level.

In the instant the longsword slashed past, he not only dodged the fatal blow, but also wielded the staff with the grace of a dragon, moving with complete freedom.

No matter how fast the swordsman from Xiaoxiang was, Juezhi's long staff was even faster.

Moreover, his anger was aroused, and he no longer held back in his staff techniques, aiming directly at the goal of 'subduing demons'.

A flurry of stick shadows, shifting between reality and illusion, showcased the pinnacle of stick fighting, unstoppable and unstoppable.

If the Xiaoxiang Divine Sword weren't so renowned for its reputation, it would have been smashed to pieces long ago.