Profound Gold Core Realm

The huge and mighty sword shadow crashed down.

"The Eighth Move?"

"He can master the Eighth Move?"

All the disciples of Dragon Palace held their breath.

"Go away!" Nangong Jie shouted suddenly with a tremendous Spiritual Power erupting out of him.

"What?" everyone was surprised.

An icy sword shadow erupted with incomparable power, struck out directly and tore the sword shadow into pieces immediately. The mighty power then turned into a strong breeze and dissipated.

However, after tearing the sword shadow into pieces, the power of that sword shadow still persisted and turned into a light flying straight towards Jian Wushuang.

"What's this?" shockingly, Jian Wushuang swung his sword against it immediately.

Clang!

A violent power crashed over Jian Wushuang with a loud bang. He was forced to step back, each step heavy enough to crack the ground.

When he came to a stop, he shook his stinging palms.