The premise is, being able to strike the target.
Zhao Yunshen's sword momentum grew more intense, with the sword force becoming increasingly heavy, turning the area within three zhang into a gleaming jade wave, distorting the air…
But the sword light stabbed here and there, slashing horizontally and vertically, without hitting the substance.
It seemed that Chen Ping's figure had already transformed into a shadow, a fierce ghost.
Though still within the sword momentum's envelope, it seemed nonexistent...
"Swallow Returning Butterfly Dance, I didn't expect you to learn the secret skill from Hundred Flowers Valley, but merely dodging and hoping to escape with your life is impossible."
Zhao Yunshen struck over a dozen swords, each falling void, causing some embarrassment.
At this moment, he didn't pay too much attention to the deaths of his disciples.
