Whoosh~
Even though its glow was shattered by that palm, this Biluo Sword still didn't lose any momentum, cleaving straight through the void.
Its target was aimed directly at Chen Yang.
Right now, Chen Yang's face was already as pale as paper. That single palm just now had almost drained every last drop of strength from his body.
Step!
Chen Yang took one step back, one hand gripping the hilt, the other bracing the blade, and just pushed the sword forward like that.
Biluo Sword.
One sword fell.
Clang.
In an instant, dust-like sparks exploded midair, one wave pushing another, accompanied by jets of blood, dazzling and brilliant, swirling without end.
Bang.
Even though he tried his utmost to block, both arms already torn to bloody pulp, he still couldn't resist that terrifying force. The Ancestral Sword flew from his hand and smashed viciously into his chest, sending his whole body hurtling several meters away.
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