Qi Tian shifted his attention to the flying sword whizzing back and forth in the air. The quality of the flying sword was ordinary, not worth a glance to Qi Tian, but it was still a flying sword, and would sell for a fair amount of money.
Qi Tian did not wait long before the flying sword drew closer and closer to him. With a swift motion, he pulled out the Red Hoop Stick and, taking aim at the flying sword, struck it with a powerful swing.
The flying sword was not in combat mode, and it was hit by the Red Hoop Stick, falling to the ground with a mournful cry, like a snake that had been struck in its vital parts, and lay there motionless.
Xia Xiaoming had cultivated this flying sword as his life-bound magic weapon. Since the flying sword was connected to his mind, when it was severely damaged, he felt the pain too. A sharp pain in his chest caused him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
