At a thought, spiritual light blazed from both their bodies, and a thick curtain of light appeared around each of them.
The two black axe blades struck their protective spiritual light. It flickered wildly before dimming, and they were sent flying backward like kites with their strings cut.
Han Debiao felt his blood and qi churn, his breathing somewhat labored. Liang Youshan spat out another large mouthful of blood.
If the black-robed elder had been wielding a Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure, they would already be dead.
A gust of sinister wind swept past, and the black-robed elder abruptly appeared before Liang Youshan. His right fist smashed toward her head; if she failed to evade it, she would undoubtedly die.
Liang Youshan's lovely face changed drastically. With a flick of her sleeve, a vast expanse of snowy-white Sword Qi surged out, striking the black-robed elder one after another. Dull clangs rang out as sparks flew everywhere.
The black-robed elder was entirely unscathed. Seemingly sensing something, his figure blurred and vanished from where he stood.
A glittering golden giant staff swept across, nearly smashing into the black-robed elder.
Liang Youshan broke out in a cold sweat. White light flared across her body, and a thick white curtain of light materialized out of thin air, shielding her completely.
She formed a sword seal. The four white flying swords trembled slightly, emitting a piercing chorus of sword cries. Dazzling white light burst from the four swords, which split into several thousand identical flying swords and swept mightily toward the black-robed elder.
The black-robed elder took a deep breath and let out a beastly roar that resounded through heaven and earth, spitting out a cloud of black soundwaves.
Like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the black soundwaves effortlessly shattered the incoming white flying swords