"Clang!"
Suddenly, Su Sheng burst forth first, like the Northern Lights, suddenly streaking across the sky. He too aimed to decide the outcome with one strike or to force out the greater potential of this sword technique.
"Hum!"
At the critical moment, Su Sheng felt that he had already cut through Lan Yuling's hair, but suddenly a light screen appeared before his eyes, blocking all his sword shadows while the woman gracefully retreated, staying three feet above the ground.
With a soft bang, the spiritual energy screen shattered like glass, but it did not disperse with the wind. Instead, it transformed into numerous small swords, imbued with terrifying lethal force—this was the prowess of a cultivator.
Transforming the intangible into tangible, whereas even a Great Grandmaster martial artist could only carry vigorous qi without the ability to materialize it.
