Pan Yong saw Chen Hu's dagger coming at him, with a flick of his soft sword, there was a clinking sound, and the soft sword, like a twisting snake, sent Chen Hu's dagger flying.
At this moment, Chen Hu's Inner Breath was in disarray, and his dagger thrust lacked the infusion of Inner Breath, it was just a powerless empty move.
After sending Chen Hu's dagger flying, Pan Yong's soft sword maintained its momentum, still flickering like a spirit snake, twisting toward Chen Hu's throat!
But at this moment, three Flying Sabers shot from Pan Yong's side, silently and swiftly targeting his upper, middle, and lower paths.
Pan Yong suddenly turned, and the soft sword followed, fluttering in front of him!
Just as Pan Yong knocked away the Flying Sabers, Duan Rong leaped, flashing past Pan Yong, and the Minghong Saber in his hand, infused with Inner Breath, sliced across Chen Hu's neck...
With a spray of blood, a headless corpse fell to the ground!
