As the saying goes, prolonged defense leads to inevitable failure. What's more when facing such a sword technique?
Within just a moment, a clanging sound was heard.
The longsword in the black-clad swordsman's hand suddenly flew out.
Raising his head again, a sword was already at his throat.
It seemed it would pierce through at any moment.
Yet it stopped abruptly.
It wasn't that the man in black had a change of heart, but rather, there were two fingers on the blade.
These fingers were good-looking, fair, and delicate.
Following these fingers, he saw a sharp-browed woman standing next to the black-clad swordsman.
"Existence and Nonexistence Sword Technique?
"The ultimate skill of Da Kong Valley, said to be lost, how come everyone seems to know it now?"
Qu Hongzhuang spoke coldly, then snapped her fingers, and another clanging sound was heard.
The black-clad man was shocked as if struck by lightning.
He retreated several steps without pursuit, looking up at Qu Hongzhuang:
