Jiang Cheng curtly retreated and moved several steps backwards while in mid air. He was borrowing his blade's power to stay afloat. A green small knife shot out from his sleeve and shot forward with incomparable speed towards Dong Yang.
Dong Yang's eyes narrowed into little slits as a small sword field manifested around him. The sword chimes rung out continuously and it gave one the feeling of hundreds of swords clashing at the same time.
"Hmph!" Jiang Cheng snorted and soon, the green small knife amplified its speed, shooting towards Dong Yang at an even faster pace.
Xiao Ming felt that the small knife was profoundly fast and slow at the same time. Moreover, the more he looked, he became entranced and soon he lost himself under the movement of the knife.
