Looking at the situation on the court, Yu Ge frowned.

Originally, he thought that after Guo Ding entered the sword pool, at least in terms of cultivation, he was almost the same as other disciples who participated in the martial arts. Now it seems that Guo Ding's background is still a little worse.

"You ask me to draw my sword and come back!"

Guo Ding blocked one punch after another, but he felt that the force on Kuwu's fist was getting stronger and stronger. If this continued, he would probably not be able to stop it.

There was no choice but to have the opportunity to get the Chunyang sword energy, swept across the thousands of troops with one move, and fought with Kuwu head-on.

Not to mention, Guo Ding's move really works. As Guo Ding's sword energy burst out, Ku Wuyu was afraid of the flying sword in Guo Ding's hand, he had to retreat helplessly, and Guo Ding was finally able to breathe.

"Senior Brother Guo has such a brilliant swordsmanship."

Kuwu glanced at a blood mark on his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

If it weren't for the fire glass sword in Guo Ding's hand, how could he be like this?

"Hehe, it turns out you don't need to pull it out."

After forcing Kuwai to retreat, Guo Ding suddenly reacted.

It turned out that the flying sword in his hand had no sheath at all. Thinking of this, Guo Ding was happy.

"Sorry Mountain Fist!"
Chapter completed!