Xuanyuan Chong hurriedly tilted his head, the sword edge grazing his neck, bringing forth a spray of blood.
He let out a muffled groan, his Panlong Shield timely returning to defense, blocking the subsequent sword qi.
But the surface of the shield now bore an inch-deep cut mark.
"Courting death!"
Xuanyuan Shuo's killing move finally descended.
His right fist, carrying the force of a meteor crashing to earth, punched towards Zhou Qing's back, the pressure of the terrifying fist had already carved a ten-yard rut in the ground.
At the critical moment, Zhou Qing's figure twisted bizarrely, the Thunder Spear and Broken Sword crossed to block.
"Boom!"
The impact wave generated by the collision of the three forces sent the three retreats simultaneously.
Zhou Qing's mouth bled slightly, yet he laughed all the more wildly.
The weapon in his hand suddenly exchanged - the Thunder Spear in the left hand, the Broken Sword shifted to the right hand.
"Sizzle--"
