"Heh heh."
In response to Xiao Yi's cold questioning and the pointing sword edge, the elder emitted a heh heh laugh.
As the laugh faded, the elder's figure suddenly vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the swiftly retreating Xiao Yi.
"So fast." Xiao Yi's pupils contracted.
The sword in his hand swung instinctively.
Xiao Yi's sword technique was extremely skillful, a simple swing that ensured the sword body protected him while the sword edge threatened the enemy.
However, the elder's speed seemed even faster.
The elderly palm easily bypassed the defense of the sharp sword.
The palm, agile and cunning, actually caught Xiao Yi's wrist.
"What a brilliant hand technique." Xiao Yi's face showed shock.
The next second, the elder's palm moved, and a sinister voice sent shivers down one's spine, "Let go."
Xiao Yi only felt a pain in his wrist, and the Blizzard Sword in his hand flew out, seized by the elder.
