The sun was setting in the west.
Around the time of Shen.
The square where the ring challenge was held was packed with martial artists.
On Ring Six.
The battle between the two was extremely fierce, the sound of metal clashing continuously.
Ding!
Ding ding ding!
The blade slashed against the tungsten steel glove, producing a dinging sound.
Lin Zheyu was incredibly fast, moving swiftly around the man, his body seemed to transform into a phantom, and those with insufficient cultivation couldn't even see his movements.
His opponent's expression was indifferent, his feet moving within a small range, continuously slashing with the long knife in his hand.
The speed of the blade was astonishing, with a whoosh, the blade sliced through the air, a cold light flashed by, instantly arriving in front of Lin Zheyu.
Ding!
Lin Zheyu raised his right hand, using the tungsten steel glove to block the opponent's astonishing strike.
"Your blade speed is a bit faster than last time."
