In a narrow escape, having dodged Chen Tang's saber, the movements of the Sixth Master became completely disfigured.
Moreover, caught in mid-air, there was nowhere to exert strength.
A sinister gust surged from behind, it was the young man wielding the spear.
The Sixth Master ignored the danger, and grabbed backhanded!
Just as he was about to grab the opponent's spearhead, Changsun Ming's wrist trembled, making the spear shake and pulling the spearhead to change positions. The Sixth Master grasped nothing but air.
The Sixth Master's heart jolted with shock.
Before he could react, a sharp pain surged from under his ribs!
Struck by a sword!
"Ah!"
The Sixth Master roared in fury, landing on the ground while grabbing the sword, pulling it out violently.
At the same time, he reached out to block the incoming sword light from the left.
Swish, swish, swish!
