But the clashing of the swords was incessant, clanging in his ears. On the brink of death, Le Hou stumbled upon a glimmer of hope; his will to fight had vanished, and all he wanted was to survive—who would dare to look back!
"Clang, clang, clang, clang~~!"
Under the moonlight, two orbs of sword light stirred up a series of clashing noises. Zhao Rong's heart trembled, realizing that his opponent was also using fast swordplay and unsure of the origin of the moves.
The sword techniques were all over the place; they seemed to be hiding their skills.
It was only a contest of speed,
and for the moment, it was difficult to determine the victor!
'Could it be a master of the Jiujiang underworld? But how could they have such continuous and overflowing Qi Force?'
'It's definitely not the Songshan Sword Skill!'
'His sword speed is a bit slower than mine, a pity that Gao Ke Xin has drained nearly forty percent of my Inner Strength.'
