In the middle of Baohua Plaza, Xu Jing and Zhang Qing stood at a distance of thirty steps from each other.
"Although this is just a performance, that doesn't mean I will hold back. I hope that you can at least last a little bit longer." The surface of his storage ring flashed and a huge purple sword appeared in Zhang Qing's hand. This sword was almost half a human's height, the body of the sword was very thick making the sword look very heavy.
Xu Jing didn't take out any weapon, she casually said, "Against you, I only need ten moves to win."
Zhang Qing's expression froze slightly and then he sneered, "Okay, good. I would like to see just how you are going to beat me in ten moves, just don't end up biting your own tongue."
"Cut!"
Zhang Qing held his sword with both his hands, and then raised it high up in the sky. Beams of purple-red light accumulated at the tip of the sword, and then attacked towards Xu Jing who was in front of him.
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!