Bian Jingdao was merely a Second Grade Realm expert, easily capturing ordinary masters of Jianghu, but faced with Tan Yun's peak Second Grade strength, he was clearly out of his league.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
With a strike of his sword, Tan Yun seemed to produce thousands of cold glares, as powerful as thunder, surging incessantly.
Cold Water Sword Technique!
A True Martial Level swordsmanship!
As the sole disciple of Li Fuzhou, how could the martial arts Tan Yun practiced be inferior?
"Clang clang clang clang clang!"
Bian Jingdao hastily drew his sword to block, with sparks flying in a series, while a domineering Qi Force transmitted from the hilt, shaking him so violently that his blood churned and he was forced to step back repeatedly.
"All of you, attack together, this person is no ordinary Demon Sect thief!"
Bian Jingdao shouted while clutching his chest.
Li Zixia's brows furrowed, and he hurriedly stepped forward, blocking the raging Tan Yun.
