"Xia Hong, thank you!"
A gentle voice suddenly emerged from beneath the blade.
Whoosh...
Following the voice was a black sword edge moving at incredible speed.
Although a flash of surprise appeared on Xia Hong's face, his actions were not slow at all. He drew out the Yi Blade, quickly retreated, and then leaped toward the direction where the two mirrors were falling.
The moment he drew the Yi Blade, Xia Hong had already realized that it hadn't been driven into He Yuanhun's eye.
Swish...
Even though Xia Hong's speed was already at its peak, the black sword edge still grazed the back of his neck.
In fact, if it weren't for his quick reaction, that sword would have slashed his throat.
A sharp pain came from the back of his neck. Sensing the power of that sword, at least above the Eight-maned level, and with the two mirrors just one step away, a heavy expression immediately arose in Xia Hong's eyes.
Clang...
