The master and disciple shared a tacit understanding, and Zhao Rong attacked Sima Jinglei with a sword!
Mo Da's sword stabbed directly at Wu Xuanshu's chest.
This move was like a dream, an illusion, carrying streaks of sword shadows. It was the ultimate technique of the 'Changing Illusionary Cloud Mist Thirteen Forms', which Wu Xuanshu quickly parried with a short knife.
However, their techniques were vastly disparate.
At that moment, as soon as they crossed swords, Wu Xuanshu felt chills, immediately sensing the horror of this old man before him!
In just a moment, several sword shadows staggered past, and his chest had been slashed open three times!
Wu Xuanshu wanted to call for help, but he didn't even have time to make a sound.
It was too fast!
That thin sword vibrated like a nimble snake. Wu Xuanshu's knife was completely unable to blockade, and more and more wounds appeared, spurting blood around him, forming a red circle!
