"Hmm."
Chen Yi's gaze sharpened, the sword moved with his will. He stepped forward, the Spring Rain Sword swept horizontally.
Third Sword River Blockade!
The solid silver white sword intent formed an arc-shaped blade like a ribbon, blocking in front of the Daoist Gushan's fist.
Clang!
In an instant, sword and fist touched and stopped, seemingly evenly matched, frozen together, unable to advance by an inch.
Immediately after, a clear sound of metal clashing resounded through the heavens, the invisible force swept out from between them in all directions.
Nine-Thousand-Year Marquis's expression slightly changed, his gaze mostly fell on Chen Yi.
He hadn't expected that faced with such a powerful punch, Chen Yi could still hold his ground and block it.
"Bridge of Divine Intent, swordsmanship that shocks the heavens... Young Master Chen truly has an extraordinary talent."
At this thought.
