No time to rest, as the black-clad man retreats, his figure twists, the broadsword sweeps horizontally to momentarily force Tang Yunshu back.
However, in doing so, his back is inevitably exposed to Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng would not miss such an opportunity, gripping the Thunder Pattern Steel, he charges towards the black-clad man's hindbrain.
Two against one, it seems somewhat dishonorable to claim victory this way.
But in reality, those skilled in righteousness and morality are often very few.
In the face of life and death, such things are utterly inconsequential!
"Clang!"
The long blade strikes against the Thunder Pattern Steel, moonlight reflecting on the blade, casting just the right glow on the black-clad man's face.
That face shows no expression, the eyes devoid of any emotion apart from a chilling coldness.
"Bang!"
Taking this chance, Tang Yunshu kicks up, landing squarely on the black-clad man's waist.
