Chapter 343: Putting on a Show_1

The remaining dozen or so people each mounted a horse and fled in all directions. In their minds, although the Flying Sword was powerful, there was only one of them. By the time it killed one person, the others would have already run far away. Even if it killed others, there would still be quite a few who could escape. As long as they could outrun the others, this opportunity for survival would belong to them!

Unfortunately, they were gravely mistaken. How did Zhang Xiaohua practice using his Flying Sword? It was a real skill honed by killing birds to roast their meat. Even the seabirds on the island, fearless of the thunder, couldn't escape the rampage of Zhang Xiaohua's Flying Sword. How could dozens of bad guys on horseback possibly escape Zhang Xiaohua's "magic grasp"?

Zhang Xiaohua pinched the magic spell, and like threading a needle, the little sword shuttled through the darkness. Each stroke would harvest a life, and each return would bring back a bit of blood.