Zhao Hai suppressed the boiling blood in his body, but his eyes were still fixed on the Nightwalker sect cultivator. The Nightwalker sect cultivator was very surprised that his attack had failed. He looked at Zhao Hai and sneered, &Quot; monk, you do have some tricks up your sleeve. But if you think you can stop me with this, you're too naive. F * ck! &Quot;
With a loud shout, the flying sword flew straight towards Zhao Hai. However, Zhao Hai's mind moved and he waved his hand. A small ball of liquid metal flew out from the metal plate under his feet and turned into a small round shield, blocking in front of Zhao Hai. With a clang, the sword sent the small round shield flying. However, the direction of the sword also changed slightly. The person from the Night Walker sect shouted softly and the direction of the sword was pulled back. It continued to slash towards Zhao Hai.
