From thirty miles apart, Fang Xing and Song Guichen attacked each other through the air, knife energy and palm force connecting distantly, the momentum majestic and incredibly shocking. However, after all, they were thirty miles apart, and the spells weakened considerably upon meeting in the middle. After one strike, Fang Xing immediately sent out a second knife. In the tenth array, Song Guichen was equally filled with battle intent, his aura surged, clouds and smoke roiled as his palm force became astonishing.
At this moment, a giant golden crow emerged again, squawking loudly, its golden wings slashing horizontally.
A roar of chaotic void turbulence ensued, smoke and clouds spread around, and with its strike, it unexpectedly severed Song Guichen's palm entirely. Its entire body was rebounded by this palm, soaring into the void, arrogantly suspended beneath the bright moon...
"Two Daoist friends, give me some face!"
