Dazzling golden sword light flashed across the void like a golden bolt of lightning descending from the heavens, slashing down at Su Mo's head.
The cold and stern young man was named Guo Jianqing, and his strength was not the least bit inferior to Zhao Cheng's.
Moreover, this sword strike had been timed with exquisite precision. It came precisely after Su Mo had clashed head-on with Zhao Cheng and been shaken until his blood and qi were in turmoil.
At this moment, Su Mo's old strength had just faded, while his new strength had yet to arise.
It could be said that Guo Jianqing had grasped the timing with extreme accuracy, intending to use this perfect opening to deliver a fatal blow.
Whoosh!
The golden sword light smoothly sliced through space, so fast that it crossed a hundred li in an instant and slashed before Su Mo.
"Not good!" Su Mo was greatly alarmed. He had not expected the two of them to coordinate so deftly.
The sword light had already reached him, and it was too late to dodge. In that flash of lightning and spark of flint, Su Mo could only pour all his strength into a fierce slash.
His longsword traced a beautiful arc as it heavily struck the golden sword light.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion shook heaven and earth.
The golden sword light was incomparably powerful, instantly sending Su Mo flying.
Whoosh!
Su Mo's body shot backward like a speeding cannonball.
Rumble!
Amid repeated thunderous crashes, Su Mo slammed into a thousand-zhang peak a thousand li away, instantly blasting apart the mountaintop.
Only then did he halt his retreat. Sweetness rose in his throat, and a trace of crimson blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
This round of attacks had caught him completely off