At this moment, the only thing existing between heaven and earth seemed to be the sword qi flickering like lightning and fire in the forest, with constant screams echoing around. Yan Nanping and Wu Xingbang didn't want to die; they fought back desperately, with streaks of sword qi also tearing through the sky.
The sword rain glimmered in the woods, and the sturdy maple trees, lightly grazed by their sword edges, were cut into two halves.
Nothing in the world could stop Lu Xuan's sword qi; one maple tree after another fell, and a sky full of blood rain scattered. The flowing sword light all of a sudden underwent a strange transformation, becoming heavy and clumsy.
Is this the power at the pinnacle of Martial Dao! Yan Nanping and Wu Xingbang looked at the invincible sword intent in Lu Xuan's hand, their hearts already chilled, and wondered how they could provoke such a powerful figure capable of making it to the Dragon List, and he was so young, too frightening!
