Ye Chen wielded his sword with elegance and grace; it seemed to rise slowly, yet its speed was astonishing.
Moreover, the trace of the sword's movement resembled drifting snowflakes settling in the boundless snowfield, leaving no trace.
Xu Ziliu's thrust entered the sword light conjured by Ye Chen's move. His brows furrowed, and he swiftly withdrew his sword to defend.
"Clang clang clang clang..."
The crisp sound echoed continuously.
Relying on intuition, Xu Ziliu blocked Ye Chen's traceless sword. Meanwhile, he retreated rapidly, leaving two deep lines of footprints in the snow.
Once stabilized, Xu Ziliu's face showed excitement as he said, "Excellent swordsmanship, it seems I have to use my real skills now.
Brother Ye, you'd better be careful, watch my Celestial Mountain Snow-Collapse Sword!"
With those words, Xu Ziliu leaped up and appeared above Ye Chen instantly, slashing downwards.
The sword light was like an avalanche, terrifying beyond compare.
