บท 945: Chapter 100 Sword Immortal_3

Pei Ye didn't change with the wind.

In the midst of the wind's howls, he caught the sword in an instant, and the blade playfully sprung up... transforming himself into a cluster of willow catkins.

"Yanghua"

Another startlingly beautiful sword amidst swords, he was clearly pushing his limits—this stroke might appear perfect to others, but He Jiu clearly saw a trace of hesitation.

In such a duel, there can be no pretense, because treating the opponent as a fool means you're the true fool.

He Jiu indeed still had plenty of room to maneuver, he pursued this stroke with a smile, his sword momentum even more scattered than the last, yet also more massive, enough to capture this fluttering Yanghua.