Bang......
The broad sword slammed into the great saber, Peng Bo, who was already in a forward charging state, was suddenly catapulted like an iron arrow from a bow by Yuwen Dao's forceful strike, flying out over a hundred meters and crashing to the ground with a resounding boom, shaking the surroundings for hundreds of meters.
Even after all that, he still skidded on the ground for over ten meters before finally coming to a halt.
Whoosh......
How did I get knocked flying?
On the ground, Peng Bo didn't have time to figure out this question when a sharp sword whistle reached his ears.
His reaction was not slow, as he inserted his two fingers into the ghost head, twisting his wrist, and the great saber rose directly from the ground, blocking the direction from which the sword whistle came.
Clang......
Blocked!
The moment this thought flashed in Peng Bo's mind, a heavy punch suddenly struck his face.
Bang!
