Chương 1277: Combat Skill

The sky was suddenly torn apart by a sword-light!

Faced with this destructive sword-light, Ruler Ying was not afraid in the slightest. There was even an excited smile on his face. Golden light shone in his eyes as he shouted, "Good timing!"

The Red Tassel Spear was tightly held in his hand as his body vanished into thin air.

'The law of space?'

Ou Yangming frowned slightly. This was the first powerhouse he had seen who could control the power of the law of space.

It was no wonder that Ruler Ying was not injured when facing those almighty powerhouses. With the power of the law of space, as long as there were no accidents, it would not be a problem for him to escape unscathed.

"His speed is so fast!"

Song Qingshan widened his eyes. He realized that in the blink of an eye, that young man had disappeared.