C183 Ninth sword

"BOOM!"

The old man landed heavily on the ground, and his face was extremely pale.

Two more slashes!

Wang Shuo walked from the back to the old man's side. In his hand was a water vat sized Dao Qi Thunder, within it, multicolored light surged.

"Is this your new move?"

With a move of the old man's left hand, a tempest condensed and once again formed a giant sword.

Wang Shuo nodded, "Yes