He found that every attack of his was perfectly predicted by Zhou Qing, and that seemingly rusty and broken Sword Qi, with each slash, carried a sharpness that made his heart palpitate.
"Zhou Qing, no matter how much you prepare, you are far from capable of killing me!"
Xuanyuan Sha roared, the Emperor's Spear in his hand flashing with golden light, executing a Horizontal Sweep aimed directly at Zhou Qing's waist and abdomen.
Zhou Qing, though, frowned slightly and suddenly retreated several yards.
This abnormal move left Xuanyuan Sha momentarily stunned.
At this critical moment --
"Crackle!"
Zhou Qing's left hand formed a seal, and a purple Thunder Pattern abruptly split open on his forehead.
Fierce Purple Gold Thunderbolt erupted from his Celestial Spirit, instantly transforming into hundreds of needles as thin as cow hair, pouring down on Xuanyuan Sha like a torrential storm!
"Petty tricks!"
Xuanyuan Sha coldly snorted, rotating the Emperor's Spear in his hand sharply.
