The crowd below watched with bated breath, not daring to blink, fearful of missing the spectacular duel.
Bang, bang, bang...
Two sword lights collided instantly, weaving and intertwining in the air, brimming with killing intent. The momentum of the swords soared, exploding in the air into countless fragments, shooting towards all directions.
Step, step, step...
Wu Ning's expression changed slightly. His right foot supported him as he retreated consecutively. With a wave of his left hand, the spiritual power within him erupted, forming a light red barrier in front of him. The sword light fragments collided with it as if they were mud sinking into the sea, not causing even the slightest ripple.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a red light point pierced through the layers of white waves, reappearing in front of him, emanating a sharp and chilling aura.
Chir!
