Unfortunately, in Xu Zimei's eyes, the opponent's speed was too slow.
When Murong Jiankong made his move, only a "clang" was heard, and no one else could see clearly.
The Sword Qi had already swept across, ravaging the void above.
The sword wind whistled in, and the next moment Murong Jiankong's figure, with multiple afterimages, directly flew past Xu Zimei's front.
When the Sword Intent came from below upwards, directly slashing down.
Many people held their breath.
A "bang" was heard.
The imagined scene of a head being severed did not occur; instead, Xu Zimei lightly raised his hand and directly grasped the sword blade.
It looked very strange.
It was as if Xu Zimei had been standing still, suddenly reaching out, just as Murong Jiankong's sword blade slashed down, caught in his palm.
But even grabbing the sword blade, how could such powerful attack on the sword be easily caught?
Was it luck?
At this moment, many people didn't think so.
