"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Watching this sword strike descend, the black-robed man's expression changed at once.
As a follower of a protector of the Ironblood Sect, his vision was naturally not low. He had seen many powerful martial skills before, but he had never seen a sword strike this astonishing and this fierce.
This single strike actually made him feel a trace of fear.
"What a joke! How can I, a dignified disciple of the Ironblood Sect, be afraid of a mere youth? Die!"
The black-robed man roared, forcibly driving away the fear in his heart. He poured out his strength violently, and the giant palm wrapped in dense devilish qi clawed down toward the hundred-zhang Sword Qi.
The hundred-zhang palm collided fiercely with the hundred-zhang Sword Qi. In the next instant, a brilliant light directly severed the devilish qi-laden palm in midair.
Chila!
