His sword was swift, but there was always a brief moment of drawing it, yet Lu Qingshan's three swords seemed to strike simultaneously.
It was in that instant, the three swords struck at once.
The power of Lu Qingshan's sword techniques was naturally stronger than his, but it was only because Lu Qingshan's draw speed was much slower than his that he had been able to maintain an advantage.
This was why he had mentioned that Lu Qingshan's sword draw was too slow.
It was not mockery, but pity.
Pity that Lu Qingshan's powerful sword techniques were so slow.
But now, the tables had turned.
He could block one of Lu Qingshan's swords, but he absolutely couldn't block three.
What made him feel even more suffocated was that the dusty Peach Blossom Sword in Lu Qingshan's hands suddenly flashed with a withering yellow brilliance in that moment.
The color was akin to falling leaves.
