Shan Xinglan's sword trembled in his hand, suppressing the Divine Martial Sword below. The hilt and blade formed an angle, tightly locking the dagger. The two were momentarily at a stalemate, simultaneously unleashing their Qi mechanisms, clashing fiercely together.
The soft prairie ground instantly sank, blasting out a large pit.
Soil, horse grass, and stones were pulverized into dust by the violent shock of Qi mechanisms.
Even with the Divine Martial Sword, Wang Anfeng's Qi was still inferior to Shan Xinglan's. He fell into a disadvantage almost instantly upon contact. Having prepared for this, he immediately used the Ten Powers of Tathagata, forcibly breaking free with his physical strength. His figure blurred, splitting into three shadows, drifting backward.
Shan Xinglan's expression didn't change. He took a step, his broad longsword sweeping horizontally.
The sword rang out in a violent crescendo.
The two exchanged dozens of moves again, the sword ringing ever higher.
