Even as the sword beam approached, it exuded a gust of cold breeze in all directions. The flying sword used by Immortal Ke He was a lower-grade immortal item of decent quality. It had a red hue, and was shrouded in a cold air. Vaguely, there was an about one-foot long flood dragon twisting and slithering within it. Obviously, the item spirit of the flying sword was the soul of a flood dragon.
Refusing to admit being inferior, Wu Qi greeted upon the sword beam. With a shake of his left wrist, three golden beams shot out whistling, hitting onto Immortal Ke He's flying sword with three loud clanging sounds. Being a sharp weapon, a flying sword was never known for defeating the opponent with its weight. On the other hand, each of Wu Qi's dragon scales weighed fifty-thousand kilogram and was extremely sharp. As they were controlled with magnetic force, the speed at which they flew across the void was incredibly fast.
