In order to beat Lu Yunyi, He Jingzhi has taken a huge risk which will have severe consequences later on. At this moment, however, he could not care less.
As long as he could beat Lu Yunyi, she would surely look at him differently and eventually become his woman.
However, the sword that Lu Yunyi had not drawn for a long time was finally unsheathed.
The sword light flashed, and He Jingzhi felt a chilling force approaching him.
He quickly drew back the Little White Sword to block, a clang echoed out and He Jingzhi was sent flying.
In a moment, He Jingzhi had fallen off the stage. Lu Yunyi's face showed a hint of surprise. "He Jingzhi, your weapon didn't break?"
He Jingzhi, looking at Lu Yunyi's longsword, angrily shouted, "Your longsword didn't break either. Yang Jingjian, you son of a bitch, did you sell me a fake? Didn't you say that Master Batian's Little White Sword is invincible? Why didn't Lu Yunyi's longsword break?"
