But the calm-faced young swordsman in front had already stopped looking at him, turning his head and with a backhanded stroke, he directly chopped off the blade coming from the side wing along with the arm holding it.
The middle-aged swordsman was only slightly stunned by this scene for a moment, and there was already an unbelievable chill in his throat.
...the gap melted by the young man was like a crack, but a sword effortlessly passed through it, the Dao robe only flashing in his field of vision before disappearing, the last scene he saw.
One hundred thirty fierce fighters, a third of them cultivators, staggered forward and backward along a long street.
