Han Muye raised his hand to recall the Purple Flame Sword. With the Green Destiny Sword in hand, he moved and the light wings on his back trembled slightly. When he appeared again, he was already 30 feet behind the black-robed Daoist.
In the void, a distance of 30 feet was an extremely dangerous distance!
The black-robed Daoist's face turned pale. A black shadow exploded and appeared a thousand feet ahead.
"Be careful!"
Just as he heaved a sigh of relief, the gray-robed Daoist exclaimed.
The black-robed Daoist subconsciously raised a dim light screen to protect his body.
Just as the light screen rose, the Purple Flame Sword appeared under his armpit.
"Slash—"
The sword light cut through the light screen like paper, then penetrated the black-robed Daoist's body and went straight to his heart.
The black-robed Daoist looked pained. He gritted his teeth and growled. A violent aura surged from his body.
