The dust in the forest erupted with earth-shattering swordsmanship. It changed from warm to hot, from cold to sunlight, from violent rage to vitality, from death to death. One hundred and eighty flying knives appeared in the dust of the forest. Sword techniques spread out, sword techniques whistled forth, sword techniques transformed into a gigantic sphere, blocking the Golden Crow vortex.
The Golden Black vortex burned with blazing flames, eroding the sphere like a relentless parasite, but it was simply unable to destroy the sphere.
Golden Martial's eyes sparkled as he said, "Sword challenge!"
Lin Du laughed, but Lin Du's laugh was somewhat cold, like a chilling wind passing through, the weather cold, saying, "Today, I will take you into battle."
Golden Martial scoffed, "Arrogance!"
"Return to the sword challenge, rise!"
