Meng Xiuping could no longer spare attention to stopping the two of them. His sword art shifted, and his flying sword changed direction, charging straight at the lightning sword dragon.
Boom!
The collision of the flying swords erupted with a tremendous roar, sending a powerful shockwave blasting outward.
Meng Xiuping was knocked back several steps to dissipate the impact, and Xu Ying likewise retreated several steps. They were evenly matched in that exchange, though Meng Xiuping was still slightly stronger—after all, he had responded by changing techniques.
Meng Xiuping's expression turned solemn. Xu Ying had kept a low profile these past years; he had not expected him to improve his strength so silently to such a degree.
What he did not know was that Xu Ying was even more shocked. Xu Ying had seized the gap while Meng Xiuping was making his move to launch a surprise attack, originally thinking he could force him back or gain the upper hand. Yet he had failed to gain even the slightest advantage.
Battle intent surged within Meng Xiuping. Forming a sword seal with his hand, he called out loudly:
"Senior Brother Xu, take one of my swords as well!"
With a point of his finger, the sword vanished instantly, as though it had burrowed into the void.
"Good!"
Xu Ying's eyes sharpened as he controlled his sword to slash behind him. A flying sword had just emerged when it was knocked away, only to circle through the air and once again shoot straight for his face, so fast it seemed to teleport.
In an instant, the two exchanged several moves through space. Sword techniques filled the sky, and their battle grew fierce.
Yet Xu Ying was somewhat puzzled. Meng Xiuping had come to save people, so why did he seem unconcerned? The