Fang Youyun arrived at this point, his sword moves were layered and rising, sword stances intertwined, with blood light in the air, swirling everywhere.
Su Mo's footwork changed, weaving through the midst of this sword light.
His gaze fell, filled with this bloody sword light.
He couldn't help but be a bit surprised:
"Alliance Leader Fang's swordsmanship is quite interesting indeed."
Fang Youyun's face darkened, he gritted his teeth and said harshly:
"Don't resort to verbal tricks!
"This swordsmanship is unnamed, born from the Qixue Sword throughout the ages, slaying countless lives, turning death into life.
"As the murderous intent of the Qixue Sword enters my heart.
"Now I've only unleashed three-tenths, and it already makes it difficult for you to counter.
"If I could wield all ten-tenths, one sword would take your life."
"Impressive indeed."
Su Mo laughed heartily, then heard Yang Xiaoyun call out:
"Husband, catch the sword!"
