“Are you here to spar with me?”Yun Jinghong asked.
Su Yu nodded slightly. “Yes.”
After thinking for a while, Yun Jinghong said indifferently, “Alright, since I have no one to spar with, I’ll give you some pointers. Make Your Move.”
Su Yu took out the asura sword, and all of his primal energy gushed out.
“The eighth form of the demonic sword technique, nameless!”He swung his sword with all his strength.
A series of afterimages outlined an extremely mysterious arc.
Yun Jinghong, who had a calm expression, suddenly changed his expression, and a layer of power of desolation immediately condensed on the surface of his body.
However, how could he completely block it in such a hurry?
It was as if he had been cut by thousands of sharp blades. The power of desolation that he had just condensed was dispersed, and it fell on his body.
Ding Ding Ding Ding --
