As Yang Chuan's head came into view, the Ming Sword swung, slicing through the air like a venomous serpent springing to attack its prey!
"Martial Arts Wine?"
Yang Chuan frowned deeply as he witnessed this scene.
For it was said to be one of the three supreme techniques of the Cultivation World.
"Heh, do you understand the art of swordsmanship? Even if you practice the Good Sword technique, you can never truly counter it. The only path for you is annihilation!"
Ming Cun deftly manipulated his short sword with a flick of his fingers, maneuvering it through Zhou Xuan's blade techniques, bypassing layers of defenses like flowing water. The blade's lethal edge now aimed directly at Yang Chuan.
"Perish!"
As the Absolute Line Sword approached, impossible to defend against, venom coursed through Lord Ming's expression.
"Heh, you think Sword Heroes alone can master swordsmanship?"
