Zeng!
The dull and narrow longsword on Qiu Wansheng's hand was making a sound like a roar of a dragon. A dark and shapeless Lifeless Statue emerged from his back. It was a statue that could wipe out vitality.
Crack, the specially-made dark green sword was broken inch by inch. Yu Wujiu grunted and stepped a few steps backward. His chest was spurting out a lot of blood after being hurt by the force released by Qiu Wansheng who was facing an imminent death.
Qiu Wansheng's eyes were lifeless as he vomited blood from his mouth. However, he was still in a rage. Paying no attention to Nangong Hen who was getting in a fight against Ma You and Li Sinong, he said while gnashing his teeth in anger, "The Taiyuan Sword of Black Blood… Did you get it prepared to counter against my Jade of Noxious Plow? Good disciple, such a good disciple of mine!"
