Meng Chuan's posture was like planting rice while floating in mid-air, punching the ground over and over.
In a blink, Meng Chuan threw more than a dozen punches. As his breath ran out, unable to maintain the Cloud-Ascending Ladder stance, he quickly descended to the ground, lunging forward to regain control of the situation.
But in the next second, a cyan force cascaded down like a waterfall, and Luo Qin swung his magic sword, counterattacking fiercely!
Luo Qin, while retreating, swiftly moved several zhang away, his voice drifting into Meng Chuan's ears:
"Cunning rogue, even with a sneak attack, you cannot defeat me. On this snow-covered land, how will you withstand my magic sword?"
This fist stance, enhanced by the magic sword and the extremely cold environment, was overwhelmingly terrifying.
Meng Chuan dared not summon the Qi of Kidney Water lest he make a fool of himself, and had to mobilize the Earth Qi, forming a high wall at his back to reluctantly support himself.
