He held the hilt of his saber and stood upright, his body exuding a murderous aura.
"Yiqing, don't be careless," Seeing Meng Zheng's calm demeanor, Yi Feng didn't dare to be careless and reminded Yi Qing.
"Big brother, don't worry. I won't give him any chance." Yi Qing's face was cold. He began to make hand seals and said contemptuously,"before you die, tell me your name."
"Meng Zheng, but the one to die isn't me, it's you," Meng Zheng unsheathed his long saber and charged at Yi Qing with it.
The biggest advantage of magic spells over martial arts techniques was that they were extremely fast, and their power would never be reduced due to distance. To Meng Zheng, the only way to win was to shorten the distance as much as possible and unleash the power of his saber technique to its limit. After all, the one standing in front of him was not an ordinary spirit, but a spirit Emperor.
