Facing Luo Hai's mocking words, Li Wushuang remained unwavering, swiftly wielding the Red Sky Sword in his hand, forming a red barrier before him to fend off Luo Hai's almost frantic attacks!
"Trash, a Sword Spirit is just a Sword Spirit, it can never become a strong adept!"
Luo Hai shouted angrily, suddenly catching a glimpse of the crystal coffin silently placed to the side, forming a resolution in his heart!
Aren't you bent on defense, stalling for time?
Alright then, today I, the venerable one, shall see if you can truly keep stalling!
Thinking of this, Luo Hai suddenly moved forward, the demonic blade stirring demonic qi, slicing horizontally towards Li Wushuang's waist!
If this strike were to hit, even with a red barrier in front of Li Wushuang, he would surely suffer serious wounds!
