This battle between prodigies had turned into an absolute domination.
Ying Qingfeng was chasing Ying Aotian relentlessly!
Throughout the fight, Ying Qingfeng executed various forms of swordsmanship, including those inherited from the Ying Family, some simple techniques, and some unique methods he had learned through fortuitous encounters.
No matter what kind of sword moves he used, they flowed from his hands like clouds in the sky, unrestricted and free, forming and dispersing at will, rising and falling, without any constraints. In other words, every sword technique in Ying Qingfeng's hands would transform the mundane into extraordinary, like a divine stroke of a brush, leaving no trace of the conventional sequence or patterns of swordsmanship, appearing spontaneous and natural.
The spectators cheered loudly, completely won over by Ying Qingfeng's swordsmanship.
They were utterly mesmerized.
