"Rip!"
The instant Xin Leng appeared, the moment the longsword fell, the second palm was ripped apart with a tearing sound!
"Hahaha, not bad!"
Su Han wasn't displeased, instead, he laughed and said, "Body Transforming into Sword, Using Sword as Illusion, not bad, not bad!"
"You can tell?!" Xin Leng suddenly looked at Su Han, his expression showing astonishment for the first time.
"I have a friend who was like you back then." Su Han smiled and said.
Xin Leng frowned slightly, then relaxed, staying silent.
The last two palms didn't pause anymore, instead of one by one, they both slapped directly toward Xin Leng simultaneously.
Su Han had said, each palm was stronger than the previous.
And Xin Leng truly felt it.
Under this immense pressure, even he had to take a deep breath and employ the fourth move of the Sword Dao of Slaughter.
"Sword Dao of Slaughter Fourth Move—Fast and Slow!"
"Whoosh!"
