Previously, Emperor Jiang and Ostend helped Zhang Rongfang to fill many gaps in the Great Dao Teaching's martial arts.
He should have realized it then.
But recalling it now is not too late.
The sword shadows crazily thrust forward, slashing, and slanting upward.
Daoist Qingxiao was smoking all over his body, as his Qi and blood circulated to the extreme, emitting steam from the heat.
What made him despair was that initially, out of ten moves of his sword, he could barely touch the opponent's body with one.
But as time went on, his sword had to hit thirty times to touch once.
Then fifty times....
After twenty breaths, despite his full effort, he couldn't break even a little further through.
The opponent's arms were like huge, heavy city walls, becoming more and more impregnable!
Seeing this scene.
Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed in his mind.
"You… you're perfecting the Absolute Defense Circle!!?"
He suddenly stopped, retreated, his eyes filled with horror!
