Shen Luo's Slanting Moon Steps immediately unfolded beneath his feet, taking a step back as the descending long knife blade narrowly missed him, creating a huge gash in the ground in an instant.
At the same time, a ripping sound "chi la" erupted.
A piece of clothing on Shen Luo's chest and abdomen, without being cut, was torn open.
"Is it the aftermath of the sword light?"
He felt a slight suspicion in his heart, but his actions did not slow down; the Pure Yang Flying Sword swept across, aiming horizontally at the purple armored warrior.
To his surprise, the edge of the Pure Yang Flying Sword met no resistance, easily chopping into the right rib of the armored warrior. If Shen Luo had not timely restrained the sword force, it would have swept through his entire body.
"Not right." Shen Luo thought secretly in his heart, and immediately a vigorous flame ignited on the Pure Yang Flying Sword.