"Sky Opening!"
"Prison Suppression!"
"..."
The heavy sword swung continuously, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, or like a dragon and snake meandering.
The glow of the sword became increasingly fierce, resembling the first ray of dawn piercing through the clouds.
Until the seventh sword form, Fang Zishang finally collapsed from his serious injuries and exhaustion, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping heavily, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, You Tan's soul body was almost invisible, as if a breeze could scatter it like dandelions.
"Such impressive swordsmanship, I underestimated you."
You Tan glared hatefully at Fang Zishang, feeling a sudden chill of fear.
If not for his exhaustion, another two moves might have really scattered her soul.
