Xue Ying didn’t bother tangling with him. His figure changed into flowing light and rapidly charged toward the end of the Meteor Bridge.
Shua.
The silver-armored swordsman’s speed was also exceedingly fast. It charged toward Xue Yin. In almost a flash, it drew closer, accompanied by a ice-cold sword light that seemed like a waning moon! Yes, this sword light was very chilling; when this waning moon’s sword light shone, even the space inside the Mirage began to freeze. This chilling waning moon’s sword light immediately chopped toward Xue Ying’s throat.
"Scram!" With a bang, the spear, which faintly resembled a huge star, immediately swelled and burst with dazzling rays of light. Afterward, it immediately subsided, and the dazzling light immediately contracted into one point.
This point—
—became this spear’s head!
