The Sword Saint immediately shouted angrily, "Xu Hao, you are courting death!"
The Buddhas' Guardian Sword, which was two meters long, in his hand, swiftly swung, stabbing toward Xu Hao.
Xu Hao smiled slightly, raised his hand to wield the Fengyi Sword, preparing to meet the attack.
"Clang!"
As the two long swords clashed in mid-air, they emitted a piercing sword cry, causing many to instinctively cover their ears.
Both took several steps back after the initial clash.
The Sword Saint noticed the Fengyi Sword in Xu Hao's hand was undamaged, and his eyes filled with even more greed, "I must have this sword; if I bury it in the Sword Tomb, it will undoubtedly enhance the Buddhas' Guardian Sword by another level!"
"You want the Fengyi Sword? Keep dreaming!"
Xu Hao looked at the Sword Saint as if he was an idiot, and then the Fengyi Sword in his hand began to gather Qi force.
"Die!"
The Sword Saint snorted coldly, raising his hand to swing a sword.
