"Flying Cloud Sword Technique, Clouds Rolling!"
The two wrists trembled, and the sword flashed with a cold light, instantly weaving into a single sword in mid-air, rolling towards the bamboo pole and the scholar.
"I don't know life or death! I want you to enjoy it, you're so foolishly excited! In that case, don't blame me for ruining it!" The Confucian scholar's face darkened, and he shouted his second anger.
At this moment, he looked nothing like a scholar. He was a venomous villain! His mouth turned cold, and his left palm suddenly twisted.
"Boom."
A burst of explosion, the soul of Baaquan's great righteousness surged from his palm, immediately forming a massive palm print in the air, fiercely slapping towards Su Yuhe.
"Bastard, it's a death hunt this time!" The bamboo pole also wore a face of hatred, glaring fiercely at Wu Tong.
In a moment, the five fingers of his left hand swept from the five fingertips like a fan, suddenly emitting five blue rays.
