At the moment when the fierce and violent sword light suddenly lit up, time seemed to freeze.
This sword was incredibly gorgeous.
It was as if lightning spontaneously burst forth in the void, the unmatched power and speed twisting and shattering the veil of rain.
The sword moved like a swimming dragon.
The air was viciously torn apart, and the originally chilly temperature from the rain suddenly became extremely hot.
The flame light produced by the high-speed rotation of the sword was like a comet colliding with the sun, carrying with it the resoluteness and ferocity to crush everything.
The middle-aged man with white eyebrows' pupils dilated, feeling the scorching heat that hit his face, he had an intuitive impression of this young swordsman whose name he didn't know.
"This sword... so strong! So fast!"
As this thought rose in his mind in a fraction of a breath's time, Pei Jinye's sword tip had already reached three feet from his forehead.
