As Chen Xiaojun and Qian Daoliu clashed fiercely with their swordplay, the aerial battlefield filled with endless sword qi, sword gleams, and sword auras, as if a magnificent painting had been wildly scrawled over.
Chen Xiaojun held Gan Jiang Mo Xie. Every sword he swung carried razor-sharp sword qi, cutting through the air like keen blades and releasing piercing whistles. From time to time, sword aura tore across the sky like lightning, leaving dazzling trails behind.
Qian Daoliu, meanwhile, wielded his family's Sacred Flame Swordplay. His sword gleams were Hot as Fire, carrying an incomparably blazing force that seemed to purify all things, colliding with Chen Xiaojun's sword qi in a constant ringing clangor.
As their swordplay continued to clash, sword marks scattered and burst through the air, brilliant as stars across the sky. They not only contained formidable attack power, but also revealed the two men's deep cultivation and exquisite swordsmanship.
However, as time slowly passed, although Chen Xiaojun maintained the initiative in attacking, he seemed unable to achieve any obvious result.
He had always relied on his wealth of experience to overwhelm others, but when facing Qian Daoliu, this twenty-nine-year-old super expert, there was already a faint sign that he was falling into disadvantage.
After all, whether in sparring experience or battlefield slaughter, Qian Daoliu far surpassed him.
Then Chen Xiaojun's figure trembled, and he shouted in a low voice, "Great Serpent Turns Over and Chops Down Sword!"
At his shout, his figure rolled rapidly through the air like a flood dragon emerging from the sea.
Every turn was accompanied by a sharp sword light that hacked toward Qian Daoliu like lightning.
This was precisely one of the consummate techniques within Gai Nie's Vertical Swordplay.
Sword light poured down like a waterfall, continuous and unending, each strike containing