The old Daoist subconsciously turned his head, his eyes revealing a mixture of shock and anger.
However, in the next moment, he shouted and spread out his other hand.
The half of the peach wood sword that was entangled by the black thread began to tremble wildly. As it trembled, the half of the sword broke with a crack.
The remaining section of the peach wood was quickly swallowed by the black Qi, while the other half of the sword flew back into the old Daoist's palm with a whoosh.
As soon as he held the peach wood sword, he poured his spiritual power into the sword.
The half-broken wooden sword expanded in the wind and turned into a three-foot long sword in an instant.
"Step back!"
The old Daoist shouted at song Qing. He shook his arm and broke free from her grasp.
He took a big step forward, held his sword with both hands, and stabbed it into the black hole on the deck that was spewing out countless black gas.
The red light shone brightly!
