519 The Holy Land

The blue-haired man's brow lifted and he cursed in a low voice.

He unleashed a move with one hand in order to summon the cyan dragon shadow back to him, but it was too late.

"Hula!"

The silver whirlpool rose, and after the cyan dragon shadow was swallowed up, a young man's face emerged.

If Shi Mu was here, he would undoubtedly recognize who this person was at first glance, for it was none other than Zhao Ji!

It was only at that moment when a faint smile formed at the corners of his mouth as he lifted up his hands.

His palms lit up, one with white and the other with a black light.

"Second phase of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art!" the blue-haired man said in shock.

"Hmph! It's all thanks to this arm of mine!" Zhao Ji sneered.

As soon as his voice fell, his hands suddenly turned in front and swung away toward the blue-haired man.

Ka-cha!

In the sky above the blue-haired man was a black white and white light, as well as a crescent moon.