"Swoosh!"
All of a sudden, the few clones attacking his back changed direction, once more lunging toward his treasured weapon, while at the same time two other clones chopped toward his chest.
Meng Huo was enraged. He suddenly turned around and smashed down hard toward the Ding Fan clone below, completely ignoring the fact that his back was now exposed to the attacks of the remaining two clones.
The treasured Sword in Ding Fan's hand was nothing more than an ordinary Treasured Sword. Even if one of those attacking his back was Ding Fan's true body, it didn't matter. In Meng Huo's mind, even if he stood still and let him hack away, he wouldn't be injured, because… the defense on his back was the strongest.
"Boom!"
