No matter how worried he was, there was nothing he could do directly.
Wan Qinghe could only silently pray, hoping that his disciple Xiao Rugui would perform well.
With the long sword in hand, Lu Changfeng, who had already grasped Xiao Rugui's abilities, hesitated no longer and unleashed the Seventh Sword of the Divine Wind Thirteen Swords — a lone egret soaring into the blue sky.
The swordsmanship was flawless and unhindered, often a single strike could counter three from the opponent.
It was like the mysterious call of a white egret high above the Nine Heavens, echoing on Lu Changfeng's sword.
Countless sword rays gleamed coldly, tearing through the air, as if all their power concentrated at the sword tip. Lu Changfeng let out a fierce shout, transforming into a streak of light, charging towards Xiao Rugui, who was already prepared.
Sword Qi surged in all directions, fierce winds howled, and the flashing sword rays made countless spectators unable to open their eyes.
