'Bang!'
The curved saber in Zuo Yue's hand had a saber ray that was completely formed by green energy. It dashed toward Duan Ling Tian in an overbearing manner and made the energy on Duan Ling Tian's sword tremble.
'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!'
…
The saber ray that contained more than 1,620 ancient horned dragons' strength swept out ceaselessly. It was like the waves at the back were pushing at the waves in front as it suppressed Duan Ling Tian's sword that contained 1,600 ancient horned dragons' strength.
A wave of air explosion sounded, air currents and strong winds swept rampantly in every direction.
'Whoosh!'
Duan Ling Tian held the sword in his hand as staggered a few steps back from Zuo Yue's attack. The lifeblood in his body surged. He looked clumsy, and his face became pale.
If this happened on a normal day, there was a chance Duan Ling Tian could slightly block Zuo Yue's attack that contained twenty more ancient horned dragons' strength than his.
