(눈‸눈)Encountered a fool, huh...
Having watched the stalemate for a while, with the opponent showing no sign of taking action, Xiao Bailong impatiently threw his long sword.
However...
This simple, skill-free throw made Ruo Neng, the little master, immediately tense up and command:'
"Close your eyes!"
Upon hearing the command, the young Daoist monk hurriedly closed his large cyclopean eye, his long sword whirling rapidly, like a crazed dragon twisting frenzically, setting up an impenetrable defensive stance in front of him.
[Dharma Swordsmanship - Dragon Sweep!]
Amid the dance of the long sword, a layer of crimson flame spread upon the blade, leaving a trail of burning flames in mid-air with the drag of the sword tip.
[Racial Skill·Flame Gang!]
[Condense special nature of the flame, which can be fixed on any object or location, even in mid-air.]
Although Ruo Neng had no effective restraining plan for the unique moves Chen Xuan had used in previous matches,