"Kill…"
Zhang Bin was the first to attack, charging forward with an Arrow Step. His sword transformed into a fierce tempest, a forest of yellow blades stabbing toward Di Xingde's vital points with overwhelming murderous intent.
"Well struck!" Di Xingde roared, his own sword thrusting out in a blur.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The sharp sound of forging iron rang out as sparks flew, illuminating the already dimming sky. They moved with the speed of falcons, their figures as elusive as ghosts, and their swordsmanship was enough to startle gods and ghosts. For a moment, no victor could be determined.
