"Roar!"
Mo Ke Lie had to abandon his twin axes once more, continuing to employ close combat techniques to fend off the long knife that Chu Xisheng had already brought before his eyes.
For some reason, Mo Ke Lie felt that Chu Xisheng's blade was even sharper and more perilous, as well as more elusive.
This time, in just under a hundred exchanges, Chu Xisheng's blade had already wounded his vital areas several times, even slashing a massive bloody hole in his throat, and the arm that had just been half-healed was severed once again by Chu Xisheng.
Chu Xisheng's sword speed had already slowed down, but his use of extreme moves began to increase.
He no longer needed to suppress Mo Ke Lie with high-frequency attacks, and had more leisure and energy to gather strength.
At this moment, every time he uttered the word 'Punishment,' a large bloody hole would erupt on Mo Ke Lie's body.
His once sturdy skeleton seemed as fragile as paper, and his body bled profusely from top to bottom.
