The overwhelming number of punches felt like a raging storm that wanted to swallow up the lone sword.
But the sword could always time it perfectly when the waves must recede to appear at the most crucial spot to repel the barrage of punches.
One breath,
Two breaths,
Three breaths,
Both sides had performed so many exchanges that the air was filled with the sound of sword and punches clashing against one another, like a banging gong.
"I got you!" the woman laughed.
For some inexplicable reason, she managed to evade through the storm of sword images and threw a punch straight at Gu Qing Shan's chest.
If this punch connected, it could actually blow a normal person's chest open.
And Gu Qing Shan's sword had already been thrust forward, unable to retract in time-------
Dong!
Another blink of the eye.
Gu Qing Shan had pushed his opponent back again.
