Yan Hui moved as swiftly as a Spiritual Snake, swiftly dodging the Wind and Thunder Sword Wave.
He swiftly tapped the Golden Snake Sword on the ground, and a circle of golden ripples dispersed.
Now, he couldn't get close to Lin Xuan and could only attack from a distance.
The ground trembled as if a giant dragon was rolling underneath.
Lin Xuan sensed the change beneath his feet and his body flew backward, light as a feather.
Boom, boom, boom—
The icy surface cracked, and a large Sword Qi condensed into a golden snake head, swallowing Lin Xuan in one gulp.
"Good!"
"Brother Yan Hui did great!" disciples from the Golden Sword Sect cheered.
"Could Lin Xuan have lost just like that?" other martial artists wondered in surprise.
The snake head, formed from Sword Light, emitted strands of Sword Qi that stabbed at Lin Xuan.
"Humph, break for me!"
Lin Xuan's Autumn Trace Sword sliced through the air, emitting a burst of bluish-gold Sword Qi, like a peerless blade.
Sizzle, sizzle!