"This guy is really formidable! If he goes all out, I definitely won't be his match! I can't confront him head-on, I must find a way to outsmart him." At this moment, Huo Zhengfeng tightly gripped the sword hilt with both hands, fine sweat already appearing on his palms.
Just now, that single point from Jipu Bui nearly sent his sword flying out of his hand, and to this day, his tiger's mouth still painfully ached, even making the grip on the sword hilt feel somewhat numb.
"Martial arts expert, now I'm going to show my true skills. Whether you can handle it or not depends on your own fortune!"
Saying this, Jipu Bui's mouth curled into a cold arc, his cold eyes narrowing to emit a chilling light.
Suddenly!
Jipu Bui chanted a spell, rose off the ground with both feet, and his cold eyes suddenly opened wide, emitting two brilliant rays of cold light.
His hands formed complex handprints, then pointed forward.
