But after a single breath, Yan Chuan still had to retreat in defeat.
"Wave Riding Micro Steps" is indeed powerful; a flick to the left, a sidestep to the right – the three swordsmen are all masters of swordsmanship, and even more so of the fast sword, but as long as Yan Chuan doesn't want to fight, they can't touch him at all.
He moves through the hundred blooms, not a petal sticks!
In such a short time.
Two brief encounters.
Yan Chuan's body is covered in wounds, but to tell the long story, it all happened in just a moment.
Wang Zhengyi's Mirage Pearl mist had just spread over a dozen yards, still thin.
"Not yet!"
"Need to delay more!"
Yan Chuan swiftly activated "Wave Riding Micro Steps", with "Innate Skill" and "Yijinjing" circulating inside him, setting up layers of Gang Qi to protect his body, just about to charge forward for the third time.
But at this moment—
"Ha!"
