Ling Feng gave a cold smile. In terms of pure strength, he might not be a match for his opponent, but the opponent arrogantly attempting to use swordsmanship against him was like showing off inferior craftsmanship before an expert!
While Ling Feng was currently constrained by Tai Yan's body and unable to execute his earth-shattering techniques, his understanding of the Sword Dao was beyond the grasp of anyone in this world!
This so-called Holy Swordsman, in front of him, was like wielding a large saber in front of Guan Gong. His every move was clearly imprinted in Ling Feng's mind, and to unravel his swordsmanship was a piece of cake for Ling Feng!
The Holy Swordsman's face was grave. He had put away his contempt for Ling Feng and bowed towards him: "You've broken two of my moves in a row, so you must have some skills. You deserve to know my name. I am the Radiant Holy Swordsman!"
