"These two staying there, Ming Chu will definitely not win." Changsun Yunhong's expression was solemn, and Fuxia also frowned, their gaze drifting over to those two.
Their strength wasn't up to par, unable to see much, but once Ming Chu showed even a hint of withstanding Jiang He's might, those two probably...
At this moment, Feng Ye the Bladesman and Taoist Hu Mei were indeed shocked at Ming Chu's strength. Although Jiang He still seemed to have the upper hand, during a duel between a mage and a sword cultivator, if the mage couldn't absolutely suppress the latter at the start, the situation might become quite unfavorable later on—because the physical attributes of a sword cultivator are definitely stronger, and their spiritual power support is more resilient.
So... the two exchanged a glance, Taoist Hu Mei's eyes flashed, his hands hidden in his sleeves from behind his back, silently forming a hand seal, this seal insidious, esoteric, meant to act on someone.
