"Break it!"
With Jiang Xiaobai's hands holding Frost Sword, he hit the stick fiercely. The terrible sword aura rushed toward the stick. Under the terrible pressure, a layer of gray mist appeared on the surface of the stick, as if it had been corroded, melting inch by inch. At last, it disappeared into the air and no longer existed.
"Well, you are powerful."
When the man saw that the stick was destroyed, his face changed slightly. His face was full of shock. And then a black mist gushed out from his palms. His palms became dark. Strong evil energy spread out. The suffocating pressure hit Jiang Xiaobai's chest.
Jiang Xiaobai was shocked when he saw the black mist around his body. He moved aside and dodged. Then he stepped in front of Bai Zhixin and held her in his arms. A holy white light instantly shrouded the two of them, resisting the evil energy of the feminine man.