Yang Ji held the Zhe Long Sword calmly, watching Mo Jie.
Without any words, their invisible auras clashed.
The blade's radiance and the Sword Qi stirred in the air.
At this moment, there was no need to say anything more, only a battle would suffice.
Hiss!
The Zhe Long Sword in Yang Ji's hand trembled violently before suddenly taking flight, soaring into the sky. At this instant, the once dull Zhe Long Sword, like a shocking rainbow piercing the heavens, lit up the whole sky.
It was too dazzling!
The Sword Light hurt the eyes, the Zhe Long Sword was like a swimming dragon, circling in the sky.
It fiercely struck toward Mo Jie.
The Sword Light, like bolts of silk, resembled Shocking Thunder cleaving down from the sky, blinding and brilliant. The intense Sword Qi wove into a net of death, the sound of its magnificence was astounding.
Mo Jie's eyes flashed with a cold gleam as he said in a concentrated voice, "Sword Control Technique?"
