In that sword strike, they could not see the slightest trace of Sword Force leaking out.
In other words, Chen Wen had condensed his Sword Force to the absolute limit, turning every wisp of it to his own use.
As fellow sword cultivators, they naturally knew just how difficult it was to achieve such a level.
What was most terrifying was that they had witnessed such mastery in a mere youngster at the Tenth Level Dao Proving Realm.
Ye Qingshan's expression changed as well. This was the second time he had seen this sword strike.
Yet compared to the one at the foot of the mountain, this one was even more terrifying, even more chilling to the bone.
Perhaps it was because he was closer now.
Perhaps it was because Chen Wen had not gone all out last time.
But soon, Ye Qingshan steeled himself once more, a frigid gleam shooting from his eyes.
No matter how powerful Chen Wen's sword was, he had absolute trump cards and absolute confidence.
The final victor would definitely be Ye Qingshan. It had to be Ye Qingshan.
"Come and fight!!!"
With that thought, Ye Qingshan's Fighting Spirit surged. With a furious roar, he swung his sword viciously down at Chen Wen.
Heaven and earth were instantly cleaved apart, while endless clouds continuously rolled away to either side.
As the towering Sword Intent raged wildly, the world was filled with killing intent, and all Qi was severed.
So strong.
At the sight, everyone's breathing caught, and their expressions changed wildly.
"Just in time."
Chen Wen suddenly raised his head like an awakening colossal dragon. "So what if it is Sword Intent? Watch me cut it down with one sword strike!!!"
With a loud roar, Chen Wen used his fingers as a sword and swept