Crack!
Tian Shui's face turned pale and a few drops of cold sweat flowed down. He clenched his teeth tightly.
"Damn that Kung-Fu Panda! Using such strange magic. Where did an Emei disciple learn these bizarre techniques from!"
Ye Rong scolded, expressing his disdain for his opponent's disregard for the great sect disciple's manner and resort to using such cheap and inferior spells.
Clearly, a sword had struck his neck, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into a severed palm instead.
This kind of deceptive magic effect was clearly prepared by the opponent in advance. At critical moments, they could use their own palm as a substitution to take the hit.
Tian Shui had a fierce look in his eyes. A severed palm would greatly affect their combat power, even hindering the control of flying swords.
He took out a talisman, which was the same as the one used by Jue Han Zi just now, the Divine Tablets of the Emperor's Palace!
