Pei Xuanjing swung his sword, accompanied by wind and thunder. This embodied the warmth of spring, the violence of summer, the solemnity of autumn, and the chilling cold of winter.
"Kill!"
Gong Xingqiu's face was icy, as the curved blade danced like a silver snake in his hand, its light crisscrossing amidst the unrestrained blood qi. His figure shifted as if a ghost, a single man wielding a blade that seemed like a thousand, the glow of his blade pervading all surroundings.
Clashes happened one after another.
"Today, I will surely kill you!" Gong Xingqiu's cold face was filled with murderous intent.
He swung his curved blade once again, the already abundant blood qi within him boil over even more, giving his every swing strength surpassing those of the past by multiple times, seemingly infinite, and relentless.
"Nice!"
Pei Xuanjing roared in laughter. Such an opponent was indeed worthy of him putting forth his full power.
