The round wheel in fourth brother's hand waved, emitting a sound that made one's ears feel uncomfortable. A gust of wind arose under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Qi Long.
Qi Long waved the long sword in his hand, using offense as defense. His feet stomped on the ground as he adjusted his body position.
Bang!
The round wheel and the long sword collided!
The long sword was sent flying. The round wheel's momentum was unstoppable as it slashed towards Qi Long's chest!
Puchi!
A bright red line of blood was reflected under the moonlight!
Qi Long's face was deathly pale. He covered his wound with his hand and retreated rapidly.
He never expected that he would be heavily injured in just one exchange.
If he had not subconsciously hit the round wheel with the hilt of his sword, the wound on his chest would have been three times deeper, and he would have died on the spot.