The Yang Mirror formed a hand seal while keeping his eyes on the black bead floating above him. The moment the hand seal was completed, the golden light emitted by the bead gathered together, forming a sword.
The Yang Mirror pointed at the sky, then commanded, "Break!"
In an instant, the golden sword flew upward. As if it had hit something, the golden sword became stuck in midair.
The collision energy caused the ground to shake, and the spiritual energy in the air fluctuated violently.
Below, the imperial guards all fell to the ground and tried their best to keep their balance.
"Hold on!" The captain shouted, then looked up at the golden sword.
At the same time, Wu Jun was gritting his teeth, trying his best to control the helicopter. "Brother Gao, take out those arrows from the propeller!"
"Roger that!"
Receiving the order, Gao Gong quickly grabbed the rope connected to the helicopter, then tied it around his body. When he was done, he gripped the door frame.
