Chapter 77 Each Has Its Own Pride

In the meantime, Ding Hao's body suddenly madly spiraled in the air.

Like a huge drill, the rusted sword instantly burst into tremendous force. It got rid of Li Muyun's fingers and continued to invade his forehead lightning fast.

The terrible icing air had already permeated Li Muyun's face.

The listed disciples under the ring all exclaimed. The disciples of Central Academy of white shirts were shocked, while the disciples of Eastern Academy of green shirts were excited—because if it went like this, Li Muyun would have to move his feet.

In this way, he would lose.

Ding Hao's three moves were smooth and carefully laid out. He had gone to extremes to fully exert his own strength, which was really terrifying.

On the face of Li Muyun, at this moment, there was also a hint of surprise.

He seemed to be surprised that Ding Hao's rusted sword was able to break free from his fingers.

He thought he had seen Ding Hao through, whose real st