Taking the black small sword from Murong Qingcheng's hand, the smile on Huangfu Qi's face grew even broader. Then, with a swift flip of his left hand, he took out his own key.
Whoosh!
In an instant, he activated his True Qi, injecting it into the two black small swords. The ancient patterns on the swords lit up rapidly, and the two swords resonated, emitting beams of light that converged in mid-air to form a black vortex.
"What is this guy doing?"
Ling Chen, observing the black vortex from afar, felt a twinge of unease, a foreboding sensation rising in his heart.
At that moment, from the center of the black vortex, a strange beam of light suddenly shot forth, neither askew nor off-target, aimed precisely at Ling Chen's location!
"Damn it!"
Ling Chen's expression turned stern. He rapidly retreated several meters, yet the beam still chased after him unerringly, striking him with precision.
Whoosh!
