"Pop, pop, pop~~~" A series of sounds rang out as the radiance withdrew, revealing Xiao Mao's lone magical whip in midair!
"Kill~" Xiao Mao cried out sternly, terror showing on his face. His body swayed slightly, as though his magic power could no longer hold! A flush of red flickered across his face, then he waved his hand again, and the magical whip fell into his grasp. With a soft shout, suction arose from the whip, drawing in the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. Numerous tiny vortices formed at its tip, following the whip's momentum as it lashed toward the swordsman!
"He's no more than an early Foundation Establishment brat! How could he possibly be a match for me?" The swordsman laughed in disdain. Pointing with a finger, his flying sword abruptly expanded until it resembled a gigantic tree, blocking the whip!
"Pa pa pa~" The sounds were like tiny firecrackers. Xiao Mao's whip struck the flying sword again and again, yet achieved nothing!
At this moment, Brother Gong had been killed by the yellow-clad avian cultivator. The Xunyan Sect disciples all fled in panic, like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. Naturally, Xiao Mao was no exception. Clutching his whip, he fled as well!
"Trying to run? Wouldn't that be letting you off too easily?" The many sword cultivators were delighted at the sight. They traveled swiftly on their swords, so why would they fear the Xunyan Sect disciples escaping? Each shouted and stepped onto a flying sword, chasing close behind!
"Mm, not bad!" Xiao Mao lightly wiped a trace of sweat from his brow. Seeing that only the middle-aged swordsman was pursuing him, he secretly counted himself fortunate! He swung his whip, maintaining the distance between himself and the swordsman, even gradually shortening it