Fang Xing's expression froze. So this person's strongest weapon was his saber and not his sword. Fang xingzhi didn't dare to be careless and focused all his spirit sense into casting a spell.
"BOOM!" Wei Wuming's long blade hit the silver light and produced a thunderous sound.
Wei Wuming's chest felt heavy and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The silver light only flickered a few times and continued to trap him within, tightening its grip.
"Hmph, you think you can break my myriad illusion God-binding sword just like that? you're overestimating yourself." Fang xingzhi replied in a disdainful tone.
Although he spoke arrogantly, his face was pale. The illusionary divine binding sword was powerful, but it consumed too much of his divine sense. In order to trap the two of them, he had almost exhausted the power of his divine sense, and his mind was also dizzy.