This time, the blue-robed elder did not hold back and even utilized the Power of Heaven and Earth that he could harness.
Therefore, his palm strike was not only abundant in True Qi, but also contained a kind of Power of Heaven and Earth.
Zheng Ming didn't look back, nor did he retract his sword technique to dodge; instead, he turned around and struck out with his own palm.
The crimson palm force, compared to the one zhang square-sized hand, seemed minuscule, but the moment the two palms collided in mid-air, the enormous Cold Ice Hand melted by half.
At the same time, Zheng Ming's Hexagonal Heavy Sword was quickly retrieved back behind him.
The contest between the three was like a flash of lightning, ending in an instant, but the Flame Ice Elders' complexions had somewhat darkened.
"Impressive swordsmanship!" the red-robed elder commented as he picked a strand of hair from his robe, his voice dry and hoarse.