叱!
Hu Xueqi held the sword with both hands, stepping back with his right foot. A chilling wind blew from under his feet. Then, his body transformed into a beam of light, rushing towards the young swordsman in white. Small snowflakes slowly drifted down from the sky.
叮叮叮叮...
The tips clashed, sparks flying from the collision. Hu Xueqi's sword felt solid and invincible. As he swung his sword, snowflakes fell from the sky, sending chills down one's spine.
The speed at which they drew their swords was extremely fast. Most people present could only see two shadows blurring together. Only powerful swordsmen like Chu Ming and Lin Xuan could clearly see their movements.
As Hu Xueqi advanced while striking, his body moved forward with a crushing posture. His eyes were chillingly indifferent, forcing the young swordsman in white to retreat continuously. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, making him appear slightly disheveled.
