In truth, even without Cloud Crane True Lord's warning.
Xu Taiping and the others had already guessed it.
"Clang!..."
Just then, accompanied by an earsplitting sword cry, Elder Zhuo, who was fighting two Demon Dragons alone, suddenly commanded the flying sword radiating purple-gold brilliance above his head and slashed at the two Demon Dragons.
"Swish!"
The instant the longsword fell, it transformed into a streak of sword light spanning one or two hundred zhang and swept past the two Demon Dragons.
Both Demon Dragons spat a blast of dragon breath at the sword cultivator.
"Bang!"
Amid the tremendous crash.
The hundred-zhang streak of purple-gold sword light actually cleaved through both blasts of dragon breath in a single stroke.
But just as the sword light was about to slice through the Demon Dragons' Black Crystal Scale Armor, a boom rang out, and a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst around the sword cultivator commanding the sword.
Then the flying sword above his head let out a mournful cry, and the fierce sword light shattered with it.
Yet just before the sword light shattered completely, the sword cultivator wreathed in blood mist suddenly raised his arm, pointed his sword fingers at the sky, and declared:
"Ancestor Po Jun, lend me one more strike!"
No sooner had his words fallen than another sword cry exploded, and the sword light that had been about to disperse in the sky abruptly gathered together into a single sword.
Then the sword cultivator Zhuo Buming abruptly pressed his sword fingers downward, once again slashing at the two Demon Dragons.
"Swish!"
Amid a piercing whistle through the air, the sword light actually cleaved through both Demon Dragons' Black Crystal Scale Armor in a single stroke.
But just as the sword light was about to slice through the two