1064 A Desperate Fight with a Nine-Star Strongman

The Black Wind Swordsman's vision followed. It was a shining blade pointing up. The energy of the sword was like a refreshing breeze, driving away the oppression brought by the Bloody Slaughter's vision.

The Bloody Slaughter knitted his brows. He was secretly giving off energy. However, he still could not affect the Black Wind Swordsman in the breeze created by the sword.

As the breeze started, the whole battlefield became his world.

"Huh." The Bloody Slaughter was not convinced. The power of a nine-star strongman erupted. An energy surged from his body like a flood. He was wearing magic-level gloves made of all metal. They were red with an intricate design. The knuckles could move easily and smoothly. He threw a punch. The red gloves were exerting their power madly. The power of the fist could be compared to that of an angry wave.