92 Come With Me

Luo Yunyang definitely wasn't afraid to strike back.

The moment Li drew his sword, Luo Yunyang got ready to control his throwing knife, which was called the Chasing Sun.

Although Li had acted first, Luo Yunyang was absolutely certain that he would be able to slice his neck the instant that he tried to strike.

Right before the throwing knife was about to fly out of Luo Yunyang's leather bag, two blades flew out like lightning and appeared before him.

Zhang Hu wielded his dual blades like a net, shielding Luo Yunyang's body.

As sword and dual blades clashed, Zhang Hu was pushed back 30 steps in a flash.

As soon as Zhang Hu had been pushed back, the magnificent sword light that had moved towards Luo Yunyang was completely exhausted.

Zhang Hu didn't look good. He was so exhausted that he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.