Beiting Huang let out a cold laugh and stepped out diagonally. No one knew what kind of strange footwork she was using, but in a flash, there was no one in front of Huang Bin. He was surprised, but on the battlefield, life and death were instantly determined. A strong gust of wind attacked, and Huang Bin quickly raised his sword to resist it. However, a heavy kick hit his wrist, and the sword he was holding with both hands flew out.
He flew towards the door.
"Ah!"
The crowd at the door was stunned and quickly dodged to the sides. They saw the sword spin in the air and the hilt hit the door frame heavily. Clang! The sword did not fall but flew back with the force of hitting the door frame. Huang Bin had just turned around when the sword stabbed into his back.
