Luo Yan did not waste words with Huang Yuanlong.
He merely took one step forward and suddenly appeared in front of Huang Yuanlong.
Then the long blade, Ming Ye, transformed into a streak of black light. With a simple, upright stroke, it slashed toward his opponent's brow.
He intended to split Huang Yuanlong in two!
However, when the long blade reached the vicinity of Huang Yuanlong's forehead, its edge actually vanished.
At the same time.
A section of Ming Ye's blade suddenly appeared above Luo Yan's head and chopped down!
Just as it was about to strike Luo Yan, the long blade stopped.
A trace of regret flashed through Huang Yuanlong's eyes. Then he roared and thrust out his palms, striking so hard that space twisted. His pair of iron palms glowed with a murky gray light as they slammed into Luo Yan's chest.
Luo Yan withdrew his blade and retreated. The long blade hovering above his head vanished as well, and Ming Ye returned to its complete form.
At the same time, he lowered his wrist, sending the long blade sweeping toward Huang Yuanlong's hands.
If that struck, Huang Yuanlong could forget about ever holding chopsticks again.
However, the same thing happened as before.
Just as the long blade was about to slice Huang Yuanlong's hands, a section of the blade vanished.
At the same time, that missing section appeared near Luo Yan's body and viciously swept toward his neck.
Luo Yan could only stop his attack.
This time, he had been more cautious. The moment he ordered the long blade to stop, it stopped.
But Huang Yuanlong's palms struck him head-on.
Bang!
Luo Yan was sent flying backward.
Huang Yuanlong threw back his head and laughed. "No matter how crafty you are, boy, you'll still have to die