When Yun Lin was about to kill Xuanyuan Po, the ferocity on his face and the snow-white sword light made even Ren Xiaojie not dare to look at him. This old man was simply like a possessed ghost. He had killed countless people in his life. He held Xuanyuan Po like he was holding a chick. His fierce eyes were sharper than the longsword in his hand. His sharp voice was as if it was squeezed out of a chicken's throat. "Go to hell!"
This old man was a ruthless person. However, the toxin that Little Vine had pierced into his body through his feet had suppressed his nerves. Even though this guy had activated the elemental energy in his body and his dantian was moving very quickly, it was not faster than Beiting Huang's.
Beiting Huang's sword was so fast that elemental energy burst out of her body. The soft swords above the heads of Yun Lin and the others flashed with a cold light. With a soft shout, she shouted, "Thousand Sword Demon Slash!"
