"So, it's about speed, huh? Fine, let's not drag this out."
Qin Yang spoke calmly, channeling all of the Spiritual Power within him into the Purple Blood Soft Sword.
Buzz~!
The Purple Blood Soft Sword erupted with a dazzling purple light.
"Sword Control Skill, the sword like a flash of light, go!"
Qin Yang shouted in a low voice.
Whoosh~!
The Purple Blood Soft Sword left Qin Yang's hand, tracing a streak of light in the air, its speed reaching its utmost limit, shooting straight towards Elder Bing Yuan.
Elder Bing Yuan's pupils contracted. The Ice Flood Dragon Longsword in his hand only pierced through an afterimage. He abruptly turned, seeing a purple light streaking towards him like a flash, heading straight for his chest.
Elder Bing Yuan's face changed drastically. He moved his body, forcefully shifting half a body-width at the last moment.
Rip!
