The Handheld Sword Blade's aura pulsed more fiercely, and Luo Yuan stood silently, watching the three wary people in front of him. Suddenly, his body bent, and his body, dressed in a navy blue POLO shirt, dramatically arched while his arm forcefully swept forward without the slightest hesitation.
But no matter how agile his movements were, he had never received formal training, and this body had already reached the tail end of middle age. He Qing easily sidestepped with a gentle twist of her body and effortlessly dodged the sword blade attack.
Seeing this, Luo Yuan also had the self-awareness to let go in mid-air, and the sword blade began to float, tracing a lightning-fast zigzag trajectory in the blink of an eye, with only a residual image left in one's sight.
By the time Wu Shengsheng and Liu Juan's cerebral cortexes finally processed this information, He Qing had already suddenly turned around and commenced the second round of confrontation with the sword blade.
