With a flick of a finger, the dust on the ground rose without wind, conjuring a fierce dragon's wind. The raging wind howled sharply, as if hiding a thousand cold blades.
A finger so light...
A finger so powerful!
In a flash, a blossom of blood burst from Baili An's shoulder, but Baili An, frowning, raised his sword as if he felt no pain.
Without any visible force from his wrist, the cold sword tip picked out countless sword flowers, as splendid as the thriving scenes of spring and autumn.
The brilliant sword shadows, carrying myriad sword blossoms, pierced through the fierce dragon's wind, turning against the gust, tearing apart the sinister demonic qi enveloping the man in the black robe.
Baili An took a deep breath of Xuanhuang Qi, exhaled a primordial breath, and transformed his body into the form of a wandering dragon, threading through the storm of swords.
Using qi to control the sword, Daoqing's sword, turning qi into the void.
