The clash of the Xuan Gods drew much attention.
Countless people were watching.
"I'll destroy your blade light!"
Feng Jun was highly serious as he slammed out with his palm, and millions of strands of Xuan spiritual light intertwined.
He knew very well that the ability of a swordsman like Xu Dao was all in his sword.
This kind of swordsman forged his blade himself, pouring countless efforts into it, even using his own blood to consecrate the sword, merging it with his sword spirit.
Even if he was given an imperial-grade long sword, he wouldn't exchange it.
The sword was his life, everything he was, imbued with his own sword spirit.
Xu Dao was calm, slashing his sword, the sword light filled the sky, creating a world of the blade, a solitary swordsman, fearing neither life nor death in his devotion to his craft.
The subtle mysteries of his swordsmanship were all displayed at this very moment.
"Rage Flame Ignition!"
