With a single clash of swords, in the sky, Jian Wuji's once unstoppable figure also paused in mid-air and came to a halt.
"You actually managed to block a sword from me, Jian Wuji."
Jian Wuji's gaze carried a bit of arrogance, along with a trace of coldness as he stared at Qin Yang.
"Hmph."
Qin Yang let out a cold snort, and immediately, spiritual power flowed from his left hand, directly crushing the icy white light ball in his hand.
An exquisitely carved ancient ice bow, with ancient patterns on it, appeared in Qin Yang's hand. The ice bow felt cool to the touch, seeming light in appearance, yet heavy in weight.
The ice bow in Qin Yang's hand emitted an ancient icy white halo, carrying a hint of intimacy.
However, now was not the time for thorough examination.
Swish!
Qin Yang flipped his right hand and stored the "Ancient Ice Bow of Armor Penetration" into the storage bag, then raised his head to look at Jian Wuji, who was in a snow robe.
