The sword in Jian Wushuang's hand, trembling slightly with his arm, transformed into a spraying shower of sword blossoms that fell all around.
The tip of the sword vibrated, forming a flower in its extreme movement. This was a powerful attack birthed from the combination of True Qi and skill.
Every seemingly light and floating white sword flower, just like a blooming white peony amidst countless flowers, exuded an aura of icy purity and indifference.
Ye Qiu's eyes narrowed, realizing the danger of these sword flowers. He twisted his body, his fists pounding out from in front of his chest in all directions.
With each punch, a blast of white True Qi erupted, colliding with the sword flowers. The two forces burst simultaneously, shattering into pieces.
These powerful punches, coupled with Ye Qiu's Dragon Walks Tiger Steps, kept being launched, smashing the falling sword blossoms into pieces.
