Whoosh!
A powerful gust of wind immediately assaulted Xie Qing as soon as Zhou Xun finished speaking.
"Kh-h-h!"
Frowning, Xie Qing gripped his blade tighter, then poured all his strength into a horizontal swing with a wide arc, creating a wall of sword energy.
Clang! Clang!
The gust of wind from Zhou Xun's fan collided with the sword energy barrier, making a sound like metal clashing against metal. Xie Qing squinted, feeling several air currents break through the barrier and assault him.
"Ha-a-a!"
Taking a deep breath, Xie Qing raised his sword and held it in front of him, shielding his neck from three air currents.
Clink!
A clinking sound rang out, and Xie Qing was forced to step back two or three paces, feeling his arms shake and ache.
"Strong..." Xie Qing thought, furrowing his brows as he looked at his enemy.
