Chương 421: Mocking Before Fighting

When Nangong Jiuwen dodged, he had lost control of his sword ball, which missed its target and whistled past Fang Qi's ear, cutting off one strand of his hair.

Mr. Fang felt some heat on his face and touched it, feeling a bloody scratch.

The cultivators around him were all stupefied.

Livid, Nangong Jiuwen covered his armless shoulder where blood gushed out.

He had great pride in the sword ball and the Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace's exquisite sword techniques. But to his astonishment, his opponent cut off his arm a few exchanges later.

"Impetuous! Impetuous man!" Nangong Jiuwen spluttered in anger, "This kid just doesn't know how great my sword techniques are!"

This set of sword techniques was called Sky-Startling Nine Strikes, and there were 72 variations derived from the nine strikes. However, he had only used a few variations out of the 72. Before he could unleash the profound techniques, he was injured already.