"Sneaking around!" In an instant, Tai'e Sword appeared in my hand, and I swung it horizontally. With a hum, the Sword of Breaking the Dao cleaved a long line through space, and the black-clad man shot more than ten meters away, right in front of me!
I immediately closed in and slashed again. ↗Search "rotten obscure book," watch the newest chapters. With a clang, my Tai'e Sword was blocked. Looking closely, the black-clad man seemed to be holding nothing, yet an invisible sword shadow had appeared in his hand. I instantly teleported behind him, while the black-clad man let out a heavy laugh. "Heh heh... Your skills have improved again."
"Ancestral Dragon Sword? I never thought there were still survivors of the Slaughter Dao. Did you come back for revenge this time?" I glanced at the black clothes worn specifically by ghost cultivators of the Yellow Springs Slaughter Dao and thought, No wonder he looked familiar last time. So the black-clad man who stole the Ancestral Dragon Sword was a ghost cultivator of the Yellow Springs Slaughter Dao!
"What do you think?" the black-clad man asked in return, suddenly rushing over with a sword thrust. I flew aside in an instant and threw out a paper talisman. Sparks filled the sky, surging after him like a rising tide!
The black-clad man gave a cold, mocking laugh. Sword light flashed, and with a hum, rolling black qi came rushing over, sweeping away most of my sparks. By then, he had already begun chanting an incantation.
"To the south of the Immortal Pool, swords spread like grass; to the north of Mount Fangzhang, the Abyssal Pool spirits; the endless thoughts of late autumn rain. As though white clouds flew across the heavens—Yellow Springs Sword Dao! White Cloud Shuttle!!" The black-clad man shook