Swish...
Zheng Ci's black thin sword suddenly turned strange, suddenly ethereal, with waves of evil aura rippling over the black thin sword.
Endless black gusts of wind, gathering and swirling.
Shadows like skeleton devils distributed over the black thin sword.
And when executing Netherworld Reversal Slay, Zheng Ci's face suddenly turned pale; obviously, using this move, he also had to pay some price.
In the blink of an eye.
Sss!
A sword shot out.
Locked onto Su Chen's fist.
In an instant, there was no time interval.
The sword directly pierced into Su Chen's fist.
In front of all attention, it forcibly split Su Chen's fist in half, bones chillingly exposed, blood surging, and the sword blade was cold and black.
"Hahahaha…" Zheng Ci was both excited and joyful, his face showing a twisted, cruel grin, as his arm maneuvered back to retrieve the black thin sword, intending to strike a third blow.
However.
To Zheng Ci's great misfortune!
