Song Qiao's attacks were as swift as they were ruthless, each move intended to put Lin Chen directly in a deadly position.
Seeing the sword light coming straight at him, Lin Chen's mind stirred, and the Ancient Sword of Tianyuan appeared in his hand, positioned horizontally in mid-air.
"Clang! Clang!"
Lightning flashed, sparks flew, and the two precious swords clashed heavily against each other.
Both people were jolted back four or five steps by each other's force.
"Kid, you do have some skill after all. It seems I underestimated you." Thrown back by Lin Chen's force, Song Qiao's eyes flickered, and he felt secretly astonished.
The onlookers around were even more astonished.
They initially thought this would be a completely one-sided battle that would end swiftly. No one expected that the two of them would be evenly matched in strength.
After being pushed back, the fighting spirit in Lin Chen's eyes grew even stronger.
