A Frightful Sword Move!

There was an invisible wave rippling around the black-robed emaciated lady. At the same time, Jian Wushuang approached her quietly.

"He is so fast!" The emaciated lady was shocked.

"Humph." Jian Wushuang snorted, then his Triple-kill Sword lunged in her direction.

Immediately she leaned to one side and narrowly dodged the sword. However, a sudden vast power gathered behind her, which was the long Blood River that turned into a giant hand, crashing onto her.

There was no more time for her to react after dodging the sword. Therefore, she was beaten back helter-skelter.

"It's time." A sharpness flashed in his eyes, Jian Wushuang suddenly moved.

"Danger!"

The green-clothed elder who had been suppressed by Jian Wushuang shouted and jumped in front of the emaciated lady, trying to hold off Jian Wushuang's attack.

Seeing it, Jian Wushuang sneered and said, "You are asking for death!"

Jian Wushuang drew his sword.