SHIING!
With a light ring, Lin Hao held the Evil-Slaying Sword horizontally, drawing it three inches from its scabbard.
The middle-aged man's longsword pulsed with a brilliant glow. Seeing this, he retracted the glow.
The next moment, the tip of his longsword struck the body of the Evil-Slaying Sword dead center.
Lin Hao felt a powerful wave of Sword Intent wash over him, and his body shot backward.
When Lin Hao stabilized himself, he saw the middle-aged man looking at him with a cold smirk.
Lin Hao looked down to see his clothes covered in no fewer than ten cuts, all of the same length.
'This man's Sword Intent is terrifying!'
"If I had used my full strength just now, those ten cuts wouldn't be on your clothes," the middle-aged man said arrogantly, a smile on his face.
Lin Hao didn't reply, his expression grave.
This man's Swordsmanship was formidable; his control over his Sword Qi had reached the peak of perfection.
