Two sword tips touched each other impeccably. At their convergence, the crowd saw two vortexes of wind, one blue and one white, exploded like the mouth of a fierce beast. Countless chaotic winds, like bone-chiseling blades, scraped the ground, piercing Shi Xiaole and Xue Changqing's protective Qi, creating clusters of bright fireworks.
In the imaginations of the spectators, the two would naturally split and prepare for the next round of killing, but the reality turned out to be the opposite. Not only did they not split, they seemed to be pushing forward with all their might.
The two sword tips were like two welding machines. Every few moments, a painful brilliance lit up, accompanied by a strange noise. The noise wasn't loud, but after a few times, the wizards watching the fight had to retreat far away, with some covering their ears in terror as blood trickled from their hands.
Their eardrums were ruptured.
"What on earth is happening? Why is it so frightening?"
