He only felt that the Black Sword before him was like cold lightning, yet also like a towering peak,
The meanings of heaviness and sharpness simultaneously imprinted deep into his heart, causing him to lose his sense of perception, unable to think of any way to respond.
Five hundred military qi gathered, hastily switching from offense to defense, the shaft of the spear slightly upright, trying to divert the force of the opponent's forward slash.
But he found it seemed as if the spear was weighed down by a rolling river, completely immovable.
Infinite power surged back, seemingly unstoppable.
Bang...
In the midst of the tremors.
Jiang Ziyang's arm bones simultaneously fractured, bone fragments breaking at the joints, white bones splashed and shot backward, droplets of blood like arrows and darts whistling back.
"Young Master."
Xiao Chengfeng's heart was in a panic.
What is this?
