How could Jiang Qiling possibly withstand a sword strike that even they couldn't confidently take? Watching Jiang Qiling opposite Zhuang Xingfeng, everyone had the same thought.
But soon, their eyes widened in disbelief again.
Jiang Qiling struck out, the bright Sword Light like a bolt of lightning, or a venomous snake shimmering with a blue aura, piercing into Zhuang Xingfeng's graceful Sword Light.
This sword strike was so swift, so direct, as if it punctured through space and pierced the heavens and earth.
The disciples, their foreheads sweating a moment ago, suddenly felt their entire bodies turn icy cold. Although the sword was aimed at Zhuang Xingfeng, it felt as though it was targeting each person present, a stark reminder of the threat of Death.
"Ting!" With a light sound, Zhuang Xingfeng blocked Jiang Qiling's Longsword.
The first strike, and neither side was victorious.
