A gloomy look swept over Xiao Qiang's face. If the opponent could wield such a high-level flying sword, they were at least in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment realm. This battle was not to be taken lightly.
He took a deep breath as the essence of life surged out, transforming into a brilliant, ten-metre long sword aura and slashing fiercely.
With a loud bang, the silver sword was knocked back several metres, but it didn't recoil. Instead, it stared at Xiao Qiang like a venomous snake extending its tongue, making one's hair stand on end.
As time ticked on, Xiao Qiang tentatively stepped forward.
Suddnely, his complexion turned grim; the dimly lit silver flying sword was unexpectedly erupting with a terrifying radiance, blinding him.
Sword Qi continuously burst forth, the crushing force caused Xiao Qiang to continuously retreat.
Xiao Qiang deeply inhaled, not showing any mercy anymore.
