The duel between the two, their movements are subtle, but the sword intent between them is full of twists and turns, stirring the soul!
At least, in Yao Yueqing's view, it's like this.
This surpassed her understanding of sword intent.
Whereas Xiao Array Emperor, who doesn't practice the Sword Dao but can draw sword arrays, cannot discern much.
He only feels that their fight resembles a beautiful painting.
On the city wall, the three from Supreme Pavilion watched the duel, their expressions serious.
"Both are peerless geniuses."
One of them commented.
This was a burly middle-aged man, who previously looked at Ye Xuan in the courtyard on North Street.
"Indeed, worthy of being the talent chosen by our Supreme Pavilion," the young man in the middle whispered.
His gaze was previously on Fang Xinyan.
"She lost." The last white-haired elder said softly, he was previously looking at the sky.
"Who?"
As the elder's words fell, the other two asked.
