Whoosh, a cold light made one's whole body shiver; a sharp long sword was already at the throat in the blink of an eye.
Xu Xiangbei held an Iron Ball in his palm.
Clang, clang, clang, the sound of metal clashing echoed incessantly. Xu Xiangbei was secretly amazed; each sword strike was strong and powerful, leaving his wrist numb and almost chopping the Iron Ball away.
Seemingly simple, the sword hid three killing moves aimed at the chest, throat, and forehead.
The opponent's wrist merely shook lightly; one sword became three swords, one blade became three blades; three fierce sword beams attacked almost simultaneously.
If not for his hands holding Iron Gall Balls, three Iron Balls released to block the opponent's sword technique from upper, middle, and lower paths, he might have narrowly escaped danger from one sword in the dark woods.
Seeing Xu Xiangbei effortlessly defend against this sword strike, the Sword Palace Assassin was surprised and made a sound of doubt.
