At this moment, the battle between Lu Yu and these members of the Dark Sanctuary continued.
Lu Yu's movements were like the wind, extremely swift, weaving rapidly among the fifty Dark Sanctuary members. The Rope-Curled Sword in his hand resembled a frenzied silver snake, its silver glint flashing dazzlingly.
Amidst the flashing silver glint, the Rope-Curled Sword transformed into sharp threads. As it swept past each person, a thin line would appear across their throats, and blood spurted forth, terrifyingly.
If a Samurai Sword were used to slash widely, though it might appear mighty and gallant, its rigid blade lacked the agile elegance of the Rope-Curled Sword's Soft Sword. Therefore, in such a crowd, a Soft Sword like the Rope-Curled Sword was much more practical.
"Kill!"
While Lu Yu was charging forward and fighting swiftly, in an instant, several Dark Sanctuary members wielding Samurai Swords crossed their swords and stabbed fiercely at Lu Yu's back!
