It was only a moment, and Wu Zhong and Bo Qing had already exchanged hundreds of moves.
One used a sword, and the other wielded a knife.
Each collision sparked hot flashes of fire.
Strong Primordial Power transformed into raging Gang Winds, hitting the faces of bystanders, causing a stinging sensation.
Ye Lingyue watched in alarm, but was powerless to intervene.
To physically stop them, her strength was far inferior to theirs.
To persuade them, both men were agitated and absolutely unwilling to listen.
After about over five hundred moves, one of the red figures was repelled backward, forced to fall to the ground, retreating several steps.
The one forced to retreat was Bo Qing; evidently, he was still at a disadvantage this round.
He was still no match for Wu Zhong.
A trace of sadness flickered in Bo Qing's eyes.
"Ah, finally caught up."
At this moment, Yan Jiu and Lan Cai, along with Dao Ge, rushed over.
