"Thunder, come!"
Chased by a storm of swords all the way, covered in blood, with his Daoist robe in shreds, his face full of blood, the Thunder Mage, who looked like a beggar, roared in anger! A blow filled with hatred! Spitting out a mouthful of Thunder Light! It blasted onto Tie Dan's shoulder! Directly shattering his Daoist robe!
The Eight Treasures Ruyi came crashing down all at once! Heading straight for Tie Dan's forehead!
Tie Dan! In great crisis!
But Tie Dan won.
Indeed, it was a disguise. The golden crown was for blocking the Primordial Spirit, and the silver hairpin was for substituting death.
So Tie Dan pretended to get hit, and his opponent indeed fell for it.
These five were indeed masters of the Zhongxuan Sect, experienced and always advancing and retreating with ease, keeping some strength in reserve.
But Tie Dan was also from the Mystic Sect, he understood too well.
