Lv Qingzhu's sword shadows flickered, and the blood threads floating and writhing around Blood Monk Wu Xiang's body gathered and dispersed like sand art, constantly converging and scattering as they blocked one lethal move after another from Lv Qingzhu.
However, Wu Xiang's unfailing Sumeru Blade Technique couldn't withstand even a single move in Lv Qingzhu's hands. If not for the protection of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, Wu Xiang would have fallen long ago.
The old farmer's heart trembled. If Wu Xiang fell, the next to die would be him! But with the Filthy Blood Divine Skill's protection, he could disregard Duan Rong's attacks.
At this moment, the old farmer's body was surrounded by floating blood threads. He suddenly ignored Duan Rong's attacks and walked towards Lv Qingzhu.
He actually intended to directly ignore Duan Rong and team up with Blood Monk Wu Xiang again to attack Lv Qingzhu from both sides.
The moment the old farmer moved, Duan Rong sensed his intention.
