With a loud clang of "clang", the sparks shot randomly, and the smoke and cloud hit the thin stab sword severely. The disciple's body shape was shocked, and he stepped back a few steps. The thin stab sword in his hand had been broken into two parts. The sword gas released by the smoke cloud cut a deep hole in his chest. The blood overflowed wildly, and instantly soaked his coat into blood color. His face was pale and frightening, but he responded quickly, Otherwise, Chen Tianming's sword will make him hate on the spot.

Chen Tianming secretly said that it's a pity that if he didn't lose so much...