Ren Feifan's Ancient Dust Sword thrust directly towards Old Zheng!
"Ancient Ten Swords, the second - Sword Dance Desert Spirit!"
As the words fell, Ren Feifan took a few steps in midair and leaped forward!
The next second, the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand danced through the air, converging into a character!
"Spirit!"
The character 'Spirit' appeared like scattered stars, its surface rippling with terrifying True Qi!
It fiercely smashed towards the skull-faced giant palm!
"Bang!"
A shocking boom rang out in everyone's ears, and billowing dust spread around, with not a single figure visible in the smoke.
Everyone could only faintly discern two huge pits on the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, the dust slowly dissipated, revealing an old man and a youth standing within the two vast pits respectively.
The old man was clad in a Black Robe, his eyes gloomy, his aura surging unstoppably!
He was like a demon!
