"Go!"
Wang Ping shouted loudly, ready to break out with his companions.
However, at that moment, the Purple Robe man, who had been watching from the side, suddenly reached out his hand and pointed at him from afar.
The next second, Wang Ping felt dizzy, and multiple shadows appeared before his eyes.
Startled, he immediately bellowed, gathering his Qi and focusing his mind, his Qi-Blood bursting forth, and only then did he shatter the illusion in front of him.
But that moment of negligence had exposed a weakness, and his opponent, wielding a Nine-Ring Great Sword, scattered the newly gathered Red Qilin Power and slashed at him.
In a high-level duel, victory is often decided by a hair's breadth.
Bang!!!
A companion timely used a shield to block the strike for Wang Ping.
On another front, seven or eight Senior believers of the Calming Sect in dark grey robes took out their Talisman Papers and attacked two other confirmed martial masters.
