Chapter 638 You Don't Think I Would Kill?

He threw his swords and then finally got out from the strange sticky power. He staggered for five to six steps and then managed to stand steadily. However, he still felt as dizzy as a drunkard. He pointed at Ding Hao and roared. "What evil moves did you use?"

Ding Hao withdrew his sword, and the silver ice sword in his hand simply dissipated into the air like mist.

Clink, clink!

The two swords, which had been glued to the ice sword, fell to the ground. They stuck into the gaps between the stones on the ground; the blades were slightly shaking on their own.

"One of the 12 swordsmanship basic moves, the Nian (stickiness) Tactic. Every swordsman knows it. You call yourself an advanced swordsman... Why can't you even recognize that?" Ding Hao clasped his hands behind his back and remained calm, resembling a living long sword. His robe rustled in the wind; he looked extremely graceful, just like a senior master.

"Impossible