SWOOSH!
Fang Qinglu controlled his flying sword, slashing down fiercely. The rock wall around Zhao Lin's body immediately shuddered.
Zhou Hongfang and the other elders' expressions changed when they saw this.
Zhao Lin's current situation was remarkably similar to that of Fang Qinglu's previous opponent, Wang Jing. Once the flying sword broke through his defensive Magic, his defeat would be certain.
Moreover, Zhao Lin's cultivation level was far lower than Wang Jing's; his Rock Armor Skill probably wouldn't last much longer.
And that was indeed the case. After only two slashes from the flying sword, a crack appeared in the rock wall.
Fang Qinglu used the same old trick, directing the flying sword straight for the crack. A red light flashed at the sword's tip, its Sword Qi about to erupt!
