It was just as Duge expected.
Liao Jiulong rode his sword light to an empty and deserted area, then suddenly made the light plummet.
The two disciples had no idea what was going on.
Seeing the pained expression on Liao Jiulong's face, Liu Ziyun asked with concern, "Master, what's wrong? Are your injuries severe?"
"Ziyun, Ziming, don't blame your teacher..." Liao Jiulong looked deeply at his two disciples, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, suddenly performed a hand seal, and swung his sword. The whip-like sword light enveloped the two disciples.
"Master." Seeing their master suddenly attack them, Liu Ziyun's face turned pale with fright; her body stiffened, and it was already too late to dodge.
Du Ziming reacted quickly. As soon as he saw the sword light, he hurriedly flew backward, but how could he be faster than the sword light?
It happened in a split second.
