And the power of the Sword Evil is formidable. Even a Martial Artist, once struck by it, faces near-certain death.
"Clang clang clang..."
"Thud!"
"Ah..."
"Boom!"
The moment the battle began, it escalated to its most brutal phase. In just a few moments, several bodies lay on the ground.
Chen Jiuniang wielded her long sword, Sword Qi sweeping across, determined to endure a few harsh hits to slay her opponent — such decisiveness was awe-inspiring.
"Rustle..."
The leaves in the forest shook, as figures rushed from afar.
"Brother Qiu."
"I'm here to help you!"
A man charged forward with a long spear, a cold gleam at its tip, thrusting like a dragon's head to pierce Uncle Zheng's chest.
"Buzz..."
The long spear quivered, and its shaft bent, unable to penetrate the skin.
"Bang!"
The shaft, bent to the limit, rebounded violently, and the force burst out, causing both to stagger back.
"Good grief!"
The newcomer widened his eyes, shouting:
"What kind of freak is this?"
