The swordsman suddenly appeared, saying nothing, and took Zhang Chen's attack casually.

"Touch!" A sound was heard, and the swordsman who suddenly appeared easily resolved Zhang Chen's attack with a skill of making a big move.

The moment Zhang Chen was picked up, the Taoist priest who had the whip had come back to his senses and was stabbing at the unprepared Zhang Chen!

At this critical moment, a big axe flew in mid-air! A moment of surprise flashed in the swordsman's eyes! It is impossible to rescue the Taoist priest from blocking the axe.

"Puchi!" The big axe directly split the Taoist priest into two sections, and the Taoist priest didn't even know how he died.

"Ping!" The big axe was finally embedded in the ground, the handle of the axe kept shaking, and the smell of blood spreading in the air proved everything that happened in the moment.

"Haha, it turns out that it is the little devil from Zhongnan Mountain. He has made great progress." The swordsman looked at Zi Meng who was walking with a calm face and said lightly, as if the one who was killed just now was just a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

"It's you!" Zi Meng's face was filled with a few more hatreds. It seemed that he had a bad relationship with such a swordsman in front of him.

Zhang Chen also came to his senses, drew his sword and took a few steps back, and Zi Meng also walked over quickly and picked up the big axe embedded in the ground.

On the other side, the swordsman protected the little Taoist priest, but at this time, the little Taoist priest had just walked around in front of the gate of hell, and his brothers died so miserably in front of him. In addition, he had just lost his talisman weapon, so he was already fragile and his legs were so scared that he was weak.

The swordsman looked at the little Taoist priest behind him and frowned. He hated such a cowardly person the most in his life. When Zhang Chen and Zi Meng were facing a great enemy, he killed the Taoist priest with one sword. Zhang Chen did not even see the swordsman's sword unsheathed.

The little Taoist priest used the last moment in the world to inexplicably look at the swordsman who was still protecting himself the previous second, but he died without figuring out the situation.

"Haha, just kill a coward. The person I, Wang Yue, hated in my life, is such a coward!" The swordsman looked at Zhang Chenzimeng, who was still puzzled, and said with a smile.

Wang Yue and Zhang Chenzi had not reacted or spoke, but at this time Zimeng, who was one head taller than Zhang Chen, stood in front of Zhang Chen.

But immediately, Zhang Chen remembered who Wang Yue was!

Isn’t he the most famous swordsman in the late Eastern Han Dynasty? Although he was not so famous in later generations, Zhang Chen, who had been interested in the Three Kingdoms since childhood, still heard of Wang Yue’s name.

If Tong Yuan was the spear god in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, then Wang Yue was the sword saint in the late Eastern Han Dynasty!

It’s a pity that Tong Yuan’s three disciples - Zhang Xiu, Zhang Ren, and Zhao Yun, were all famous generals and could all be powerful, but Wang Yue disappeared into the long river of history and left no disciples or descendants.

Zhang Chen looked at Wang Yue, who was standing in front of him and laughing harmlessly, and it was really hard to imagine that this knight with ordinary appearance and poor temperament was the famous Wang Yue.

"General! Go quickly! I'll take it first here!" Zi Meng was unprecedentedly serious and nervous, and even changed his usual style of Zhang Chen. He raised his axe to block Zhang Chen and shouted.
Chapter completed!