"Die!"
Without achieving any result with his strike, Wei Lang let out a thunderous shout, raising the Demon-shattering Blade in his hand, slicing through the long sky with the momentum of a mountain collapse, charging forward.
"Hmph!"
Chi Zhonglin couldn't help but let out a cold snort, similarly raising the Profound Black Heavy Sword in his hand.
Clang!
Clang clang!
Clang clang clang!
Soon, amidst the swirling dust dancing in the sky, arose a dense sound of metallic collisions, almost without a pause.
Within a few breaths, the two had exchanged countless strikes, instantly entering into a life-and-death combat.
The dazzling blade lights and sword shadows, along with the fierce energy, tore numerous blade marks and rifts around them.
"Hahaha, as expected of a King's Weapon, allowing a martial artist at the Yin Yang Realm to possess the ability to battle against Old Chi, and not falling behind at all."
