The ripples hadn't even faded yet when Ye Xunhuan shot out like a flood dragon breaking the sea's surface, longsword in hand, man and sword as one, stabbing straight toward Jun Wuhui.
"Whoosh!"
The terrifying speed whipped up a shrill wind. In just an instant Ye Xunhuan was in front of Jun Wuhui, the blade in his hand driving viciously toward Jun Wuhui's chest.
Jun Wuhui's pupils shrank into the most dangerous pinpoints, and at the same time a bad premonition surged up in his heart.
"Swish!"
With this thrust, Ye Xunhuan completely fused the "thrust" formula of the sword technique into his speed. This strike could only be called a heaven-shocking thrust!
Facing this heaven-shocking thrust from Ye Xunhuan, Jun Wuhui swung out the blade in his hand almost purely by instinct to block!
But no one expected that at this moment, the sword in Ye Xunhuan's hand suddenly changed, turning from thrust to slash, chopping down toward Jun Wuhui at lightning speed.
