"Bang!"
Mi Youdao's fist collided with the lead black-clad man's longsword once again.
This time, the lead black-clad man could no longer withstand it, and blood spurted from the corner of his mouth.
The other three black-clad men were shocked at the sight; they never expected Mi Youdao's strength to be so terrifying.
The three dared not be negligent, quickly swinging their swords to stab Mi Youdao's back, attempting a sneak attack.
"Petty tricks!"
Without turning his head, Mi Youdao kicked backward with his left foot, causing the ground to explode instantly. A huge stone slab was kicked up, perfectly blocking the three swords.
At the same time, cold air erupted from around his body, transforming into three white ice spikes, shooting straight at the three black-clad men.
The three black-clad men were startled and hurriedly swung their swords to block.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
