Another hand arose, and frost gathered in one palm strike!
Grabbing the sword with an empty hand?
Not all swords are the same.
Duan Liu's sword he had grabbed, and Qin Yu's sword, he had also grabbed.
But as Qin Yu casually twisted the sword blade, a terrifying sword energy ripped out, shattering the palm's frost and sending flesh and blood flying. Yue Cang's expression turned to one of horror, and he had no choice but to quickly retreat.
Meanwhile, Duan Liu from the Piaomiao Sect, slightly dazed, pursued relentlessly.
With Yue Cang seriously injured, as if one hand were already useless, Duan Liu was confident.
On the other side, Yue Zhuo also backed away about ten meters. She couldn't intervene because Qin Yu was standing there.
Thus, they faced off.
"He wasn't poisoned." Yue Zhuo hadn't spoken yet when Ling Huan said it first.
He was staring at Ye Sheng.
"Junior Sister, you must have suspected me long ago, conspiring with Master," he said.
