Ding ding ding ding...
Facing the siege of six people, Chu Ming was still at ease, dancing with his longsword in hand, forming an impenetrable net of sword light.
"Wind and Thunder Reverse Roll!"
The sword momentum of the black-robed youth changed, and a sound of wind and thunder echoed in the sky. Then, a torrent of wind roared, and a sword light interwoven with blue and white rushed directly at Chu Ming.
Swish!
Chu Ming withdrew swiftly, sparks flying between their clashes, and he directly broke through the sound of wind and thunder with his Conjugate Sword.
"What?!"
The black-robed youth's pupils contracted, and just as he was about to retreat, a tiny star point in his eyes continuously magnified.
Poof!
A streak of blood spurted out. The black-robed youth appeared ten meters away, his right hand holding the sword drooping weakly, with blood dripping slowly from it. At this moment, he had lost all combat effectiveness.
Ding ding ding ding...
