He swiftly raised both hands, and two streaks of golden light gracefully emerged—
On either side of his waist, there were actually two "short swords"!
However, these so-called "short swords" were only short in comparison to his stature; once drawn, they were actually even longer than the long sword held by Bai Ying!
Clang! Clang!
Two heavy slashes, cutting against the wind and snow, landed with pinpoint precision on Bai Ying's blade one after the other! The immense strength of these strikes instantly carved out two blazing golden sparks in the heavy snow!
Rumble—
The Snow Tiger Dao Intent was incredibly fiery!
In an instant, two bursts of fiery wind spread outward.
"Such strong power!!"
Bai Ying's chest surged with blood, her throat felt sweet, and she almost coughed up blood.
The snow-white falcon dharma let out a sharp cry—
Two swords clashed in combat!
