Jin Ming fought with increasing ferocity, his saber strikes growing faster and faster, his eyes seeming to gleam with a red light.
Each time Wen Qingye struck, his sword intercepted the most critical point, instantly neutralizing Jin Ming's assault. He wielded his Swordsmanship with a sublime, uncanny mastery.
With another loud clash of metal, the two separated by several paces.
Jin Ming spun around abruptly, a blue light erupting from the saber in his hand. The glow was so brilliant it transfixed the onlookers, filling their vision with nothing but a raging, boundless sea.
"Blue Sea Crescent!"
The blue Sword Aura, wrapped in a heaven-toppling, vicious power, left no doubt in anyone's mind. A single strike could instantly cleave the very ground in two. A sense of overwhelming, irresistible despair surged uncontrollably in the heart of every onlooker.
In comparison, Wen Qingye's figure seemed so small he was almost negligible.
