C55 A True Expert(2)

“Whoosh... Clang...”

The long sword clashed with the red vines, producing a grating sound like metal scraping against metal. In an instant, the sword in Uncle Fu's hand was ground down to iron dust, barely managing to cut a gap in the red net. The sword was just an ordinary weapon he had grabbed in haste, while the black-robed man's blood-red vines were clearly something extraordinary