With the sword in his hand, the man roared and slashed at Zhao Hai. When the sword was swung, Zhao Hai noticed that the White clouds around him fluctuated violently. Then, wisps of cloud Qi gathered into his sword. It was as if the clouds in the entire space were being driven by his sword and were surging toward Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai smiled, shouted, and punched. The man did not use a flying sword, but a sword for close combat. Zhao Hai's punch did not generate any Qi-Jin, but with a flash of his body, he had already reached the man's side and punched him.
Although the man was holding a large sword, he was extremely agile. Just as Zhao Hai threw out a punch, the man's sword turned around and slashed down at Zhao Hai.
The two of them exchanged blows quickly, but the man knew that Zhao Hai had the upper hand and was holding back. Otherwise, he would have been defeated long ago.
