Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang...
Sword light crisscrosses, sharp clashes!
"Frost!"
After blocking a dozen swords in a row, Chu Ming retreated three steps. As he retreated, he flicked his wrist, and his longsword erupted with a Sword Aura that could cut through metal. The Sword Aura, seemingly unaffected by spatial distance, shot directly at Chu Ming.
Crash!
The Sword Aura shattered, struck by an invisible sword light.
After shattering the Sword Aura, Chu Ming expanded his posture, his white robe fluttering in the wind. He counterattacked with astonishing sword speed, so fast the sword light couldn't flicker, accompanied by a Swordsmanship intent that confused the sense of space!
"Flowing Clouds Like Water!"
Wham wham wham...
With one swing of Chu Ming's sword, the world went silent, followed by the sound of the air being destroyed. It was as if the heavens and earth had split apart.
