Fresh blood dripped down from the hand Wu Yong Qian held his sword with, his hand vibrated along with his sword, but he still gritted his teeth and forcefully held on.
"Hmph! Let’s see how long you can hold on for." A wisp of a cold smile appeared on the corners of Duan Ling Tian’s mouth when he saw this.
The frequency at which the Quake Energy vibrated increased to the limit!
"Ah!"
Instantly, Wu Yong Qian emitted a shrill cry and let go of the grade six spirit sword, Autumn Water, in his hand. But it was still too late, and his carpal bone was shattered by the Quake Energy. His entire arm completely went limp, weak and feeble as if without bone.
The bones within his entire arm was shattered!
Clang!
The grade six spirit sword Autumn Water was blasted flying by the grade seven spirit sword in Duan Ling Tian’s hand, and crashed onto the ground.
Whoosh!
