When the terrifying sword intent reached its peak, it suddenly retracted. In an instant, it completely converged, and the transparent sword beam in Ming Xiu's hand stabbed out.
This wasn't a late strike, but a strike from the future. Ming Xiu's sword was unbelievably fast as though it had broken through his limits. It transcended space and time as it stabbed at Zhou Wen.
The eruption of this strike was so sudden, fast, and bizarre that Tian Zhenzhen was unable to keep up with it. She did not even see how the strike was thrust out when she heard a clang.
The practice sword in Zhou Wen's hand had already snapped. As for the transparent beam sword in Ming Xiu's hand, it had been sheathed at some point in time.
"Tomorrow after tomorrow. How many tomorrows would there be? If you have the will, why wait until tomorrow? Live in the moment, and let the Sword of Tomorrow slay all grudges. Good sword technique!" Wei Ge praised.
