"Boy, your life is over," Hua Junzi leaped into the air, his body resembling a roc unfurling its wings, and flew directly towards Mo Huasong.
At the same time, his right hand thrust his longsword forward, the powerful blade aimed straight at Mo Huasong's heart.
Should it hit, Mo Huasong would immediately fall dead to the ground.
Mo Huasong did not summon the Fire Spirit or Sword Spirit. He refused to miss an opportunity to boost his abilities in battle.
"Come on." Mo Huasong's Little White Sword instantly lengthened, becoming several times longer than before, and directly cut towards the longsword.
But Hua Junzi was no fool. He knew the horror of spiritual artifacts, so why would he collide with the Little White Sword?
So, his body swiftly twisted in mid-air, avoiding Mo Huasong's sword.
"Huh? Your Qinggong is quite good." Mo Huasong looked at Hua Junzi in surprise.
