Thirty seconds later!
Lu Chuan did not even glance at the people from the Liang Family and the Blood Tiger Martial Arts School whom he had cut down. Then he suddenly darted forward, charging straight toward Wang He, who was besieging Ning Yang.
Clang...
Blade Light flashed, and the Tier 3 Divine Weapon War Blade slashed down several times. The force of this blow was enough to surpass two hundred thousand jin, forcibly cleaving through the sky with a heart-stopping sonic-barrier storm.
It scraped across the ground until it snapped and crackled in the wind.
Boom... Bang...
Wang He's expression changed drastically at once. But his strength was not ordinary either; his figure flickered, and with a sweep of his hand, he brought up his own blade to block Lu Chuan's War Blade.
The two blades collided, and a burst of blazing fire bloomed with it. The War Blade in Wang He's hand snapped with a ringing crack, and the violent War Blade followed through, chopping down straight toward Wang He.
"Damn it..."
This blow scared Wang He badly.
But he had never expected that the War Blade in Lu Chuan's hand would actually be a Tier 3 Divine Weapon, severing his blade with one strike. Now, even if he wanted to dodge, it was too late. He could only subconsciously shift to the side, narrowly avoiding his vital parts by the thinnest of margins.
Immediately, Blade Light flashed and hacked viciously into Wang He's left shoulder.
Pfft...
Then, with a muffled sound, Wang He's entire left arm was forcibly cut off, blood spraying everywhere.
"Ah..."
Wang He let out a shrill scream at once, clutching his wound as blood gushed out like a fountain. He could not stop it at all, his whole body trembling.
Especially that face of