On the mountain path, Sword Qi surged, and within a few breaths, the two had already exchanged over a dozen moves.
As a Cultivator, Qin Yang was not skilled in close combat. Each time the Purple Blood Soft Sword clashed with the Thunderlight Sword, his arm tingled with the numbness of a lightning strike.
Qin Yang's face turned serious, tapping his toe on the ground, he separated from Thunder God.
"This guy's strength is indeed not weak. Although the captain hasn't gone all out, to be able to fight the captain to this extent is quite impressive."
Jiang Huo'Er's beautiful eyes fell on Qin Yang as she murmured.
"Flying Sword Skill."
Qin Yang retracted the Purple Blood Soft Sword and formed a complex Profound Seal with his hands, within which was a small sword shimmering with white light.
Qin Yang gently raised his palm, and the White Light Saber left his hand, growing in size with the wind until it was as large as a regular Treasure Sword.
"Go!"
Qin Yang shouted softly.
