Facing Jun Wuhui's strike that was like lightning, as fast as a gust of wind, though Ye Xunhuan felt extremely anxious in his heart, he dared not to show the slightest negligence, and hurriedly positioned the sword in his hand with a clang!
"Clang!"
A crisp sound immediately reverberated around, followed by a burst of sparks.
At this moment, Jun Tianyou, like a phantom, suddenly appeared beside Ye Xunhuan, swiftly thrusting his blade.
This thrust by Jun Tianyou not only incorporated the mastery of the thrust from the sword technique but also infused his own speed, making it a stunning thrust.
As the blade thrust forward, the air in front was unquestionably torn apart, emitting a series of sharp noises.
Instantly, a sense of danger immediately engulfed Ye Xunhuan's heart, making it sink heavily. He quickly retreated, while swiftly twirling the sword in his hand, slashing out several sword flowers.
