"It's our turn." As soon as his deep voice fell, his black robe raised and Xuanyuan Mo Ze condensed his hand into a sword, and his figure swept out like the wind.
Upon hearing Xuanyuan Mo Ze's words, Venerable Si Que stabilised his mind quickly. He didn't have the time to consider Mu Xin's situation. When he saw Xuanyuan Mo Ze attacking him with the sword condensed by qi, he waved his hand and his palm swiped up in the air and brought out several palm prints which dispelled Xuanyuan Mo Ze's sword qi. At the same time, he leaned forward and slapped him with his fierce palms.
"Whoosh!"
"Swish!"
The palm of his hand turned into a fist, the move was fierce and lethal as it approached Xuanyuan Mo Ze. Xuanyuan Mo Ze retreated and dodged, and changed his stance from attacking to defence. He stared at his opponent with deep eyes, as if he was forced to retreat by his fierce attack.
