In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows, the area was flying with sand and rocks, and the knife marks left on the ground were dense.
Zhu Changyi was thoroughly suppressed at this point, even struggling to break free, and defeat seemed inevitable.
Just then, Song Changming heard Zhou Sixin's voice from behind him.
"Watch out!"
Almost simultaneously, a gust of blade wind had already struck.
Song Changming's mind was alarmed, he decisively drew back his saber, exerting force underfoot, executed Light Body Skill with a sidelong flip to evade.
In his haste to dodge, he was somewhat awkward, hearing the sound of his armor tearing, feeling a fiery sting on his back.
But he narrowly avoided the fatal blow from behind.
"Careless!" Song Changming gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
He had been engrossed in the intense battle with Zhu Changyi for too long, neglecting the situation around him.
