The three-yard Snow Sword was reflecting colorful flowing lights. At first glance, it appeared soft and fluffy, but in reality, it was unbreakable. The sword was so strong that a thin layer of mist formed on its surface. Swiftly, the sword aimed to pierce through Shi Xiaole.
The cold, bone-piercing force was advancing, but Shi Xiaole closed his eyes. At this critical moment, his mind was calmer than ever. In the barely perceptible intervals between his breaths, he deftly swung his arm, attempting to meet the Snow Sword head-on.
The first to strike was a sword light.
What a sword it was.
Like a meteor from the sky, its speed and glow at that moment could not be stopped. The Qingfeng Sword was extraordinary, and at this moment, it transformed into an eternal light, unresistable, elusive, yet always remaining in the hearts of those present.
How could a human withstand a meteor from the sky!
Plop.