C47 (1/2)

I move and dodge, the posture is flexible.

Li Blade's sword struck out like a storm, sword after sword, without end.

No matter how high my level of martial arts is, I have never practiced the Golden Bell Cover iron shirt. Moreover, even if I know the Golden Bell Cover iron shirt, I still might not be able to block the long sword in Li Dao's hand.

In just a short moment, I have already displayed my skills and was battered and exhausted. The white clothes on his body were cut open, and his blood turned red.

There is nothing else apart from the sword. Unless you kill me, he will not stop.

Seeing the dangerous situation that Chen was in, the people watching the battle had different thoughts.

I am Chen's trusted aide. Their interests are tied together with my own. If I lose, their fates will certainly not be any better.

The man who was previously called Song Yang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan when he saw me in such a sorry state. He truly treated me as his father.

Li Dao's sword was getting more and more anxious. It was too close to the wind, and it was getting harder for me to dodge.

Suddenly, a thought flashed across his mind. Song Yang got up and ran to the side of the weapon rack, picked up two sharp swords and threw them out. He shouted loudly, ”Foster father, catch the swords!”

Long Qi swept a glance at Song Yang and then paid no further attention to him. He had full confidence in Li Dao.

Hearing my foster son's voice, I exerted strength through my legs and retreated a few steps away from Li Dao's attack range. I turned around and caught the two sharp swords that my foster son threw at me.

With a weapon in hand, my aura suddenly changed.

He had long held back his anger when he had been forced to dodge. Now was the time for him to counterattack.

I am a famous figure, and everyone knows that his most powerful skill is Eagle Claw Art. Very few people know that he is adept at wielding two sharp swords.

The two swords in my hands are much shorter than the one in Li Dao's hands.

It also looked much sharper.

But was that really the case?

Li Dao did not care about whether I had a weapon or not. Seeing me retreating, he pressed forward.