"Give it your all, or you have no chance of winning!"
Chu Ming's face was calm, his right hand gently stroking the Storage Ring. The Conjugate Sword instantly appeared in his hand. His gaze was as sharp as Sword Light, and waves of sharp aura radiated from his body.
"As you wish!"
Qi Long's eyes were cold. Spiritual Power infused the silver Longsword. His body turned into a black shadow and rushed at Chu Ming in an instant!
Whoosh!
The distance between the two shrank to just five steps in the blink of an eye. Only then did Qi Long draw his sword.
"Breaking Sword Technique!"
Qi Long thrust his sword out, dreamlike and illusionary. The twisted, bright Sword Light seemed slow yet fast, like the wind without a trace, impossible to predict where exactly he would strike.
Clang!
Under the excited gazes of the crowd, Chu Ming drew his sword. The angle of his attack was unfathomable, like a divine stroke.
