Chapter 843: Good Dog

In an instant, the fiendish swords clashed with the arc of light from Sun Ming's blade. Sun Ming's face turned ashen. His sword hand shook so hard it looked like it might come apart. Power surged from those sinister qi-forged blades, far beyond anything he could withstand. The light from his blade winked out. He was sent flying backward, the residual fiendish energy seeping into his body. Even with a protective talisman, he coughed up blood, smashed through a stone pillar, and crashed to the floor. Silence...