"Oh, you still have a trump card?" Xu Feibai smiled slightly, surprise appearing on his face.
Lin Tian flicked his wrist, and a violet flame rose over a meter high. When the flame disappeared, a purple sword was already in his hand, the Heavenly Tribulation Sword.
With the Heavenly Tribulation Sword in hand, Lin Tian's aura surged again, while the Flowing Light in Xu Feibai's hand buzzed and vibrated of its own accord.
Xu Feibai looked down at it, then looked at Lin Tian's Heavenly Tribulation Sword, the surprise on his face even stronger than before: "Good sword."
"You're the one who's cheap," Lin Tian cursed, then moved in, slashing a sword at Xu Feibai. Using words to persuade is not as good as using force; this is the zombie's proper way of communication.
Clang...
Xu Feibai raised his sword to block, the clash of blades releasing dazzling sparks. Lin Tian frowned, finding the Tang Blade Flowing Light not as easily shattered as he had anticipated, not even damaged!
