Yu Daochen looked at Meng Dalong beside him. "Master Meng, you guard here. I'll go out and help."
Meng Dalong nodded and drew the saber from his waist, guarding the entrance.
Yu Daochen came to Nanjing Shuo's side and flattered him, "Master Nan, what brilliant spearplay!"
Nanjing Shuo didn't reply. Instead, he looked at the crowd who dared not approach, and finally his gaze fell on the figures in the distance. "That person is probably their leader."
Yu Daochen's left eye condensed, and black liquid filled his entire eye socket. Finally, dozens of drops of Samsara Blood Tears condensed into two short swords. He held them in both hands, his eyes firm. "Master Nan, you go ahead. I'll cover your back."
"..." Nanjing Shuo glanced at Yu Daochen speechlessly.
Was he even speaking human words?
When encountering a strong opponent, he told him to go first.
Although he said that, Nanjing Shuo was indeed curious about how capable this guy was.
Being a Black List expert was no ordinary feat; they all possessed a certain arrogance in their bones.
Nanjing Shuo was no exception. When he encountered a strong opponent, he always wanted to compete.
"Then these small fry will be handled by Master Yu."
As soon as Nanjing Shuo finished speaking, he had already charged out, his long spear held tightly as he rushed towards the figures at the very back.
Seeing Nanjing Shuo leave, the crowd tightened their grips on their daggers and swarmed forward.
Yu Daochen smiled faintly, gripping the Samsara Blood Tears short swords in his hands without fear.
Since Nanjing Shuo was so capable, he couldn't fall behind.
Meng Dalong also stepped forward to help, and the two of them blocked the entrance.
Meanwhile.
Nanjing Shuo stopped about two meters in front of the figure and suddenly halted. He thrust his long spear forward.
Seeing this, the figure swiftly drew two crescent sabers and, with a scissor-like motion, managed to clamp onto the spear thrust towards his chest.
Nanjing Shuo chuckled, "This reaction has the bearing of a Black List expert, but it's not enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nanjing Shuo withdrew his spear and thrust it out again.
The figure reacted quickly, dodging the thrusting spear by sidestepping. Just as he was about to counter, Nanjing Shuo withdrew his spear and thrust it out again, giving him no chance to retaliate.
The figure could only dodge left and right, blocking with his sabers, with no opportunity to attack, not even a chance to get close.
The figure retreated, intending to create distance and use his magic.
Nanjing Shuo had anticipated this. His long spear darted back and forth, giving him no openings.
For a moment, he was forced to retreat repeatedly without any chance to attack.
More and more enemies were charging into the shop, but with Meng Dalong, a Black List expert, present, Yu Daochen was much more relaxed, even a little idle, occasionally glancing at the battle between the two in the distance.
Meng Dalong, standing beside him, looked at the leisurely Yu Daochen with some exasperation.
This brat was quite relaxed.
He had asked him for a favor, yet he was the most idle.
Yu Daochen raised the Samsara Blood Tears short sword in his hand and killed an enemy, then looked at Meng Dalong beside him.
"Master Meng, Master Nan's spearplay is quite something."
Meng Dalong swung his saber and killed someone, looking at him with a grim expression, but saying nothing.
(The look in one's eyes when they want to kill someone cannot be hidden.)
Seeing Meng Dalong's grim expression, Yu Daochen coughed dryly and stopped talking.
The Samsara Blood Tears short sword in his hand was incredibly sharp, cutting through the charging figures and their daggers with ease.
It was merely a matter of one sword strike.
Meng Dalong, on the other hand, was different. Although he also dealt with them easily, it required more effort.
The camera shifted to the two battling.
The figure seized an opportunity, stomped on the ground to create distance, and quickly pulled out two glass bottles from his pocket, throwing them.
The glass bottles shattered upon impact, and two wisps of smoke transformed into two fierce ghosts that directly attacked Nanjing Shuo.
Nanjing Shuo chuckled, and with a powerful swing of his long spear, he swept them horizontally.
The two ghosts instantly dissipated into nothingness.
Nanjing Shuo did not hesitate and swung his long spear again, thrusting it towards the figure.
As the saying goes, one force overcomes ten skills; all lack of confidence stems from insufficient strength.
An inch longer is an inch stronger; a long spear can suppress all weapons.
Nanjing Shuo, wielding the Tiger Head Azure Gold Spear, completely suppressed the figure, giving him no chance to retaliate with magic.
He could only dodge and defend.
Fortunately, his skills were formidable; otherwise, he would have already died under this spear.
Nanjing Shuo's attacks grew fiercer, and his moves became more incisive.
Although he was a Black List expert, he rarely took action. He was usually busy resolving conflicts between various factions, acting as a peacemaker.
He had no opportunity to fight.
The figure realized that this situation could not continue and shouted at the rooftop, "Old Ghost, are you just going to keep watching?"
As soon as his voice fell, a figure leaped down from the rooftop and, wielding a long sword, aimed directly for Nanjing Shuo's head.
Nanjing Shuo reacted swiftly, lowering his body and dodging the long sword as he simultaneously executed a counter-thrust.
The figure, unable to dodge in mid-air, could only block the thrusting spear with the body of his sword.
As the spear tip met the sword body, a crisp sound echoed.
The figure was sent flying backward, and fortunately, the figure beside him reached out to support him.
Nanjing Shuo looked at the two of them with a solemn expression. He had not detected any other individuals nearby.
Could it be another Black List level expert!?
The man called Old Ghost looked at the slightly bent long sword in his hand and exclaimed, "One force overcomes ten skills. Old Jia, this person's strength is extraordinary."
If he hadn't blocked the thrusting spear with his sword just now.
He would have been pierced through the heart and died on the spot.
The figure called Old Jia looked at the long spear in Nanjing Shuo's hand and said, "Let's both go together and take him down!"
Old Ghost nodded. "You go, I'll provide support!"
Old Jia looked at Old Ghost speechlessly. "Why aren't you going?"
Old Ghost coughed dryly. "You know I'm not good at close combat."
"If you don't want to suffer, just say so," Old Jia rolled his eyes, stomped on the ground, and charged towards Nanjing Shuo with his twin sabers.
Nanjing Shuo's face contorted in annoyance. He turned to look at Yu Daochen, who was watching with great interest in the distance, and cursed inwardly.
Damn it, wasn't there only supposed to be one Black List level expert?
Why was there another one now? You're going to get me killed!
Before Nanjing Shuo could think further, Old Jia had already swung his twin crescent sabers to attack.
Nanjing Shuo thrust out his long spear, and Old Jia was once again forced to retreat.
However, Old Ghost behind him had already formed hand seals and muttered, "Yin Yang Qian Kun, use soul to guide the snake, come quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless snakes of various colors gathered from the surrounding streets and alleys, crawling towards Nanjing Shuo.
"What kind of evil sorcery is this?" Nanjing Shuo's expression turned grim. He swung his long spear, and several approaching snakes were cut in half.
Nanjing Shuo looked at Old Ghost and found him standing still in a strange horse stance, emitting waves of dark energy.
Nanjing Shuo instantly realized that this guy couldn't move while performing this evil sorcery, or it might break his concentration.
Knowing this weakness, Nanjing Shuo swung his long spear to cut down more approaching snakes and then charged towards Old Ghost.
Old Jia naturally wouldn't let him get close to Old Ghost and raised his sabers to block Nanjing Shuo.