Shen Luo instantly unleashed the Slanting Moon Step beneath his feet and retreated a step. The downward-slashing blade passed close before him and struck the ground, instantly carving a massive gash into it.
At the same time, a tearing sound rang out.
A patch of clothing over Shen Luo's chest and abdomen ripped open, despite not having been struck.
Was that the aftershock of the blade light?
Though somewhat puzzled, his hands did not slow in the slightest. The Pure Yang Flying Sword swept out horizontally, slashing toward the purple-armored warrior's waist.
To his surprise, the edge of the Pure Yang Flying Sword met no resistance at all and easily cut into the warrior's right flank. Had Shen Luo not withdrawn his sword in time, it would have sliced straight through the entire body.
Something's wrong. As Shen Luo thought this, blazing flames erupted from the Pure Yang Flying Sword.
The fierce fire soared into the sky and instantly filled the purple-armored warrior's body, even pouring from its hollow eye sockets, yet its figure did not vanish.
The purple-armored warrior drew back its long saber and swept it at Shen Luo again.
Shen Luo immediately pulled back his sword to block, and the two blades crashed heavily together.
As a sharp clang rang out, Shen Luo's eyes flashed, and he immediately ducked.
An invisible edge swept past his scalp and struck a black metal obelisk behind him. Even that incomparably sturdy monument was left with a clear slash mark.
"Purple Flow's slashes cannot be blocked..." Yu Granny said smugly from the side as she controlled the Puppet Armor.
No sooner had she spoken than the purple-armored warrior's other hand suddenly reached toward Shen Luo. Two yellow crystalline lights lit up in the eyes of the one-horned dragon head upon it,