"Huh?"

On the stage, Xuan Hai frowned as he looked at Yan Buqi who was close but unharmed.

Like the audience, Xuan Hai thought he could easily kill Yan Buqi when he drew his sword.

Unexpectedly, the opponent blocked his full-strength attack with just a folding fan.

Who is this kid?

"Buzz~!"

Xuan Hai did not give up, holding the handle of the sword with both hands, and began to press down hard.

The evil-slaying sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the blue light became stronger and stronger.

Now his blade was aimed at Yan Buqi's shoulder and neck.

As long as the strength is strong enough, he can completely defeat the opponent with one force, and seriously injure him with the opponent's weapon.

After all, he is an ascetic monk, and his physical strength is far superior to that of ordinary warriors, especially his power.

However, although the idea is good, Xuan Hai soon found something wrong.

Because no matter how hard he tried, his blade could not move forward.

It seemed that what was blocking him was not a folding fan, but an unshakable mountain.

Obviously, the opponent's strength was even greater than his!

"How is it possible?!"

Xuan Hai's pupils shrank, and he was secretly shocked.

In terms of strength, he has always been confident, why can't he get any advantage from Yan Buqi.

Could it be that the boy in front of him was born with supernatural power?

"I don't believe you have no flaws!"

Xuan Hai gritted his teeth and did not give up. The evil-slaying knife in his hand suddenly turned, changing from chopping to chopping, and cut horizontally towards Yan Buqi's neck.

This knife did not have a strong power, but it was fast, so fast that it was unexpected.

Yan Buqi did not dodge or evade. When Xuan Hai's knife slashed at his neck, the folding fan in his hand, like a sword, stabbed Xuan Hai's chest fiercely. JrNovels.com