"Ding ding ding ding..."
With each clash of sword and blade at high speed, the crisp sound of their collisions was like countless wind chimes sounding at once.
Yang Tiansheng's Swordsmanship, being a family heirloom, was extremely solid in foundation. His Sword Qi was utterly firm and masculine, with sword tactics that were both vague and real, impenetrable.
The middle-aged Dongying raider's blade technique was also exceptionally cunning. His Blade Qi was fierce and strong, and his blade paths were unpredictable, creating a sense of both normal and strange tactics merging.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had passed, and neither could catch the other's flaws.
Just then, when Yang Tiansheng's True Qi was exhausted, and he was about to retreat to regather his energy, the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded. A deep blue cold light shot up from below, aiming directly at his lower stance.
"I've been waiting for you!"
