Qin Hao heard the sound of a sharp sword piercing through the air. The man in black had almost reached the level of "Integration with the sword". The people and the sword turned into a blur of shadows and arrived.
Qin Hao didn't have a weapon. The Seven Evil Machete that he had obtained earlier was taken away by Taoist Ping Yang. He didn't know how to use that flexible sword yet, so he couldn't use it against the enemy. He could only dodge.
He fell backwards, the sword swept against his face, the wind from the blade cutting his face, made him feel hurt.
The black clothed man didn't touch him at the first hit. He changed his moves continuously. "Swish, swish, swish." Several sword strikes were made, and the surrounding grass flew up into the air. Occasionally, there were even pieces of Q
