The remaining six people split into two groups and encircled Zhao Qing and the other team members.
"All are skilled cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm!"
Lin Xuan's heart sank, the "Cyan Nether Sword" drew a mysterious trajectory in the water, "Xuan Yuan Sword Gang · Water Splitting Style!"
The sword light was like the moon, forcibly splitting a gap in the water tornado.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Xuan charged through but found two black-clad cultivators already blocking his way.
"Boy, obediently accept your death!"
The tall cultivator sneered, summoning a pair of blood-colored flying wheels.
Without a word, Lin Xuan's sword momentum suddenly changed.
The "Cyan Nether Sword" transformed into a streak of blue light, aiming directly at the opponent's throat!
"Pff..."
The speed of this sword was too fast, like a lightning bolt, the tall cultivator's eyes widened, incredulous as he looked at the sword tip entering his throat.
