CLANG!
Wen Qingye felt his sword strike Zhu Yan's fan directly. Zhu Yan's figure drifted back, thrown by the impact.
But Wen Qingye wouldn't let up so easily. With a Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride, he advanced with large steps. The sword in his hand was so fast it left no afterimages, yet its presence was incomparably heavy.
The second sword strike!
Zhu Yan saw Wen Qingye's sword, but he couldn't dodge it at all. He could only barely block it with his fan. The moment the fan touched Wen Qingye's sword, however, his body felt as if it had been struck by a heavy sledgehammer, and he was sent flying backward.
Five strikes in a row. Wen Qingye charged forward with each one, and each time his sword struck Zhu Yan's fan. Zhu Yan was forced back again and again until he was nearly at the edge of the cliff.
