The black-robed young man unsheathed the sword on his back and charged towards Chen Xuanyang who was at the front, saying coldly, "Die, Chen Xuanyang!"
Buzz!
A sword hum sounded, accompanied by chilling sword lights.
The black-robed young man conjured a sword art with one hand and stabbed forward with his sword with the other. Instantly, dozens of sword lights burst forth with countless shadows!
That sword technique was extremely extraordinary and every single sword beam emitted a sharp edge!
"Hmph!"
Chen Xuanyang sneered with a mocking expression, "The Shadowless Sword is truly way too weak in your hands! I'll send you to the afterlife today!"
He channeled his blood qi and waved the spear in his hands, causing Heaven and Earth Essence Qi to swirl around it.
As though it was alive, the spear stabbed towards the black-robed young man like a spirit snake.
The sword and spear collided.
Cling! Clang!