Ever since Pei Jinye had taught him the Qingfeng Swordsmanship, he had never slacked off in his practice of this sword technique.
The fierce Sword Light enveloped the past.
Jiang Xinrun's speed was fast, and the clever strength in his hands was enough to unleash the full potential of the sword in his hands, quickly creating a continuous pale blue light screen that was impenetrable.
The young Swordsman seemed to have anticipated this scene and showed no sign of panic. Instead, he laughed out loud, grabbed the long saber in his hand, and chopped down against the wind.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
The sound of a sword and a saber colliding was enough to make one's teeth sour.
Sparks splattered on the light screen woven by the blue suppressed light seemed to contain the might of thunder.
Suddenly, the blue light screen was torn apart.
The young Swordsman's face showed a sneer as he took advantage of the situation and charged over.