It's a fine blade!
In the instant it was drawn, the chill cut through the air, the sharpness blinding!
Whoosh!
The blade directly slashed toward Yang Chen's neck!
If this strike landed, it could send a mighty head flying!
Yang Chen's feet moved swiftly, evading with ease.
Admiral Yamamoto saw his surprise attack missed and immediately lunged forward, slashing down at Yang Chen.
At that moment, Yang Chen's eyes widened, his pupils contracted!
"Beifeng Thirteen Rivers! Form 129!"
Admiral Yamamoto's face was ferocious, the veins on his neck bulging and twisted, seeming like they could burst at any moment. Shouting this phrase seemed to exhaust all his energy!
But the blade in his hand fell like a meteor, slashing rapidly, even causing friction with the air, making the blade emit a wave of heat!
The speed was incredibly fast!
Fast to the extreme!
To the point where everyone felt their eyes blur, and the blade was already gone!
