Sword Qi surged forth like a spring. A gust of cold air exhaled, and a sword flew out. Sword Qi attached a layer of ice to the ground around it, shimmering like a giant mirror.
Lu Yi dared not underestimate it. He felt the threat of death brought by the Nan Jian's sword. His soul surged within his body. A stretch of red time-distance burst from his fingertips, piercing through space.
The late Huang Jie's Martial Arts was akin to the fierce blaze of flames.
Yet, when the freezing Sword Qi collided with the fiery fingertips, the Sword Qi directly cooled the distance into ice, offering no hint of counterattack, and the gap between the two was instantly clear.
"How can this be?" roared Lu Yi, who could not believe he was so vulnerable in the face of Nan Jian's swordsmanship.
The icy swordsmanship enveloped Lu Yi, and in an instant, he turned into a statue of ice. Then the statue quickly shattered. The cracks spread like a spiderweb, then broke into ice shards in the sky.
