"Li Chen, this sword move is called Chasing Wind, you better be careful!"
Shen Lang shouted and swung his sword, slicing through the air towards Li Chen.
A sword move without shadow or form.
It was a sword technique that Shen Lang created after feeling the rhythm of the wind.
Even Li Chen couldn't help but praise when he saw this sword move.
"Great swordsmanship!"
As he spoke, Li Chen reached into the air and grasped the Seven-star Dragon Abyss.
A towering Sword Intent, like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, surged forth.
"Clang!"
Countless Sword Lights collided in mid-air, like thousands of troops clashing, the sound of metal and iron, waves crashing against the shore, rising and falling.
After this sword clash, both Li Chen and Shen Lang leapt back at the same time.
In the void, they traced silver-white streaks, dividing the heavens.
Li Chen stood firmly in the void, his eyes calm as a still lake, quietly observing Shen Lang.
