"Magic of all spells, Avoid Blade, Avoid Sword!"
At this critical juncture, Yang Chi slammed his palm on the ground and flipped up his robe, which had transformed into a simple magic altar.
Quickly forming seals with his hands, he frantically infused his Mana into the robe's patterns.
As the radiance of the patterns fluctuated, one after another, blood-red spell seals solidified out of thin air, materializing before him.
"PFFT!"
The sword light slashed down!
The rows of blood seals shattered one by one.
But each stream of flowing blood light diminished some of the Shangqing Sword Qi's power.
In the blink of an eye, both the sword light and the blood seals were extinguished!
Simultaneously, Yang Chi's condition visibly deteriorated. Evidently, using this technique had taken a heavy toll on him.
Damn it, why is this man's swordplay so powerful?
