A sudden emergence of black light appeared above the heads of Shen Luo and Lu Huaming, the figure of the young man suddenly flashed to their heads, his hands tightly clutching two black short swords, entwined with wisp of black phantom light, stabbing down at the two.
Shen Luo raised his palm, and a surge of green light propelled upwards, carrying a circular ink green shield into the sky, its surface imprinted with turtle shell cracks, and even blanketed with a layer of substantial green light akin to water ripples, planted above their heads.
With a clanging sound of metal against stone, both of the short swords were stopped by the green light on the shield.
"Be careful!" Lu Huaming saw this and suddenly warned.
Shen Luo immediately recalled the strange behavior of those two short swords, secretly exclaiming in his heart, sensing a bad situation.
