Chen Baishan did a backflip to narrowly dodge the attack of the Iron Gall. A pair of shimmering Iron Gall brushed past the tip of Chen Baishan's nose, the sharp chill brushing against his cheek like a knife, causing a tingling sensation on his skin.
He retreated several steps, holding the Beheading Saber horizontally across his chest. Though it seemed a simple horizontal position, it was the most powerful defensive stance of the Beheading Saber, the "One Line Sky," exuding an imposing aura of defending the world with a single line.
Although both exchanged attacks without wounding each other, in truth, Chen Baishan had lost half a move.
Originally, he intended to hit with a momentum that could swallow mountains and rivers, attacking Xu Xiangbei, but returned half-empty-handed, nearly being hit by Xu Xiangbei's Iron Gall, only narrowly dodging by utilizing a backflip.
Ah Rong threw Xu Xiangbei a look of admiration, as if to say, I knew you could do it, you wouldn't be easily hit.
