After being brushed by the black snake, a burning pain instantly shot through his nose, causing Qin Yuesheng to immediately twist his swords outwards, forming a scissor shape to clamp at Guang Zhao's wrist.
The man was indeed nimble; his arm snaked away as if boneless, slipping past the blade edges effortlessly.
Pa! Pa!
Simultaneously, Guang Zhao flicked his finger to tap the back of Qin Yuesheng's hand, and a cold energy seeped into his skin, freezing the tendons and veins of his hand, making it almost impossible for Qin Yuesheng to hold his weapons.
"Such a sinister finger technique." Qin Yuesheng let his Inner Strength surge, quickly easing the numbness in his hand, and without holding back, directly performed the Dragon Soaring Sword Skill. Instantly, Sword Qi flew across, with two white dragons spiraling towards Guang Zhao.
The sound of dragon roars reverberated throughout the Gold and Silver Pavilion, causing the walls to hum and shake.
