Cloud Sword!
Ye Qingchen waved his hand.
"Clang!"
A crisp sword hum quietly sounded.
Even though the sound was extremely clear, it exploded like thunder, spreading out forcefully. It was as if a giant sword emerged from the clouds, slashing toward Ci Yuan with a roaring momentum.
"Senior Brother, save me!"
Seeing that Ye Qingchen was determined not to let him go, Ci Yuan's face turned ashen.
Just as the sword was about to hit him, Ci Yuan gritted his teeth, and ten black talismans suddenly appeared in his hand. One of the talismans transformed into a giant skull, fiercely confronting the Cloud Sword.
At the same time.
The other nine talismans streaked across the firmament in an incredible manner, darting rapidly toward nine different directions in the void.
"Boom!"
In an instant.
The sword clashed violently with the skull.
