Clank!
The sounds of metal collision rang out in all directions. Jin Huan was in midair; his feet were shrouded in a thin layer of the pale-golden light of his Real Qi. This golden light made it seem as if his feet were made of iron. They didn’t get wounded as they clashed with Qu Kun’s long sword.
The two of them collided more than a dozen times. They were moving extremely fast; so much so that the surrounding disciples couldn’t see them clearly.
Jin Huan shouted-out loud as he exerted pressure on Qu Kun’s long sword with his feet. His body leveraged in midair, and flipped over as he pointed his finger in Qu Kun’s direction.
The action of pointing-out a finger looked sluggish and unpleasant. But, it rendered a surreptitious, gloomy and eerie feeling. It was poles apart from the ‘Tyrannical Leg Technique’ that he had used a moment ago.
Puff!