As Ling Fan spoke calmly, Liang Dang suddenly found a strand of sword Qi that was magically soft and elusive, meandering within the shadows of his own sword.
Then, the thousands of plum blossom phantoms he had conjured seemed to vanish abruptly.
"Bang!"
The next second, before Liang Dang had time to think, their swords fiercely collided!
The onlookers were even tenser than the two combatants themselves, as if they were the ones fighting.
"Damn it, he must die!" muttered someone who hoped to see Ling Fan drop dead on the spot.
"Ling Fan, you definitely won't let us down!" Su Qiong and the others prayed anxiously.
The clash of their swords happened in a flash, and the next moment, they had crossed paths, each standing back to back, motionless.
"Clang!" A clear sound rang out.
The crowd stared and saw, to their astonishment, half of a broken sword falling to the ground, clashing against the stones.
