The Qingcheng Temple Master looked at the corpses of more than a dozen dead disciples, his face dark.
With a green sword in hand, he immediately charged at Li Xuanxiao again.
"You're courting death!"
Li Xuanxiao swiftly grabbed the sword that had fallen to the ground.
The moment his hand touched the sword, that cold gleam came hurtling toward him like a meteor, carrying the force of thunder and lightning as it slammed viciously into the sword in Li Xuanxiao's hand.
In an instant, a crisp, thunderous clang rang out. The two swords met in midair, spraying countless sparks.
Li Xuanxiao only felt an enormous force transmit through the blade, instantly sending him flying once more.
The Qingcheng Temple Master looked at the poison spreading across the blade and gave a disdainful snort.
"A petty trick!"
He formed a sword seal with one hand, the sword point aimed at Li Xuanxiao.
Li Xuanxiao coughed up blood.
He could not beat him. The gap in their strength was a little too great.
Li Xuanxiao's hand unconsciously tightened around the sword.
Then he slowly closed his eyes, shutting out all the clamor of the outside world.
Within that tranquil darkness, he could clearly sense the sword intent flowing across the blade.
It wandered over the blade, sometimes circling, sometimes racing forward, as though it possessed a life of its own.
Then Li Xuanxiao took a step forward.
He presented his sword!
The moment this sword was presented, it meant the tempered sword intent had taken form.
Sensing his opponent's sword intent, the Qingcheng Temple Master frowned slightly.
But that was all.
"...Di Nüfeng!"
"It's too late for regrets now!"
The Qingcheng Temple Master's sword had already reached Li Xuanxiao's throat.
Yet in the next instant, the Qingcheng Temple Master's movements stopped.
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