In a flash, he appeared above Ying Long's head. A black light bloomed and he slashed down without hesitation!
Buzzzzzz!
Ying long actually had eyes on the back of his head. He forcefully separated a hand to receive the demonic devour sword. The sound of metal clashing rang out when his palm and sword collided, causing everyone's scalps to turn numb.
In fact, Ying Long's palm and Lin Yi's demonic sword didn't really connect. There was less than half an inch of distance between them, but the terrifying vibration had already been transmitted to the blade of the sword.
Even the demonic devour sword was suppressed to the point that it hummed, as if it was wailing.
If it was any other ordinary weapon, it would have been shattered on the spot!
And this was just an attack from Ying long when he was distracted. If he went all out, the scene would be unimaginable.
"You're quite something, but this one in my house isn't weak either. "
