"Clang—"
Suddenly a silver star twinkled! The sword light turned cold! A flying sword spun through the dust and sand, severing Chen Xuantian's arm in one swift strike!
"Ha—"
Chen Xuantian howled towards the sky, a long cry! Blood sprayed from his mouth, transforming into an extreme top-notch Sword Control Technique! With a breath of sword energy, mixed with essence blood, directly forming into a bundle of red needles!
Ignoring everything! Paying no heed to the giant palm crashing down above his head! Ignoring the blade piercing at his neck! Instantly locking onto the swordsman hidden within the dust storm, cutting through the sandstorm with sword energy, striking towards the person controlling the sword hidden in the dust! Even if it means dying, he must take one down with him!
"Cha!"
Seeing the flying sword was too late to turn back! The palm strength had yet to land! The Qi Sword was already upon him!
