In the next moment, from the blood-colored Ram Horn Divine Mountain behind him, numerous blood-red tree branch roots like willow twigs suddenly emerged, like a storm and tsunami, whipping towards the sword-wielding youth.
Although the sword-wielding youth was empowered by a massive amount of Blood Energy, causing his aura to surge, his face remained calm. He formed his fingers into a sword shape, and the blood-colored sword energy on his back emitted a resonant sword cry before flying out from his back, with the blood-colored sword-light like a big pen across the Sky Dome, flowing gracefully, iron brush and silver hook!
Where it passed, all that was heard was a series of crisp sounds: 'Ping Ping Ping'.
Numerous blood-colored branches immediately dimmed in divine light and fell down.
Yet the momentum of the blood-colored sword-light did not stop, as if the brush was a large rafter, flying through the Void, stabbing towards the old man in green clothes in mid-air.
