BOOM!
Stomping one foot, Yi Wuxue shattered the ground and his figure halted. His sleeves were torn in several places, making him look somewhat disheveled.
"Damn it!" Yi Wuxue stared fixedly at Ye Siyi. Her Qinggong was as fast as a phantom; if he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have already been defeated.
I don't believe you can be faster than my sword!
Yi Wuxue scoffed inwardly. The Longsword in his hand erupted with a seemingly tangible blood-red light as he slashed it through the air.
SWISH!
As the Longsword cut down, the air automatically parted.
Countless crimson Sword Qi materialized before Yi Wuxue. These Sword Qi dazzled under the sunlight, their fierce sharpness assailing one's senses, as if they were real treasures rather than mere illusions.
"Split!"
The disdain in Yi Wuxue's eyes turned to caution. His entire body blazed with blood-red light, radiating brilliance as his left hand formed a seal and he raised it upward.
HUMMM!
