With a thunderous roar,
Yi Chen instantly swung the Dragon-Slaying Sword, entangling it with the headless white-haired elder's spine longsword, as both sides exchanged over a dozen blows in a blink of an eye.
Just as their longswords crossed again, something unexpected happened.
The head that the headless white-haired elder was holding as the hilt of his spine longsword suddenly opened its eyes.
A heavy force field instantly pressed down on Yi Chen.
In almost an instant, the air around them solidified as if it were made of iron.
At this moment, a smug smile crossed the face of the white-haired elder.
How this Taoist had cultivated was beyond his understanding; not only was his Pure Yang Qi surging and roaring, but his physical body was exceptionally strong and unmatched, able to exchange over a dozen strikes with his ghostly body without being at a disadvantage, and moreover, this man had an astonishing will.
