Qin Fengming spoke once more, and the roiling, surging clouds of violent lightning suddenly began to recede at astonishing speed. They vanished even faster than they had appeared.
Before Qin Fengming could finish speaking, the terrifying dark clouds that had blanketed twenty or thirty miles had already disappeared without a trace.
With the dark clouds dispersed, the figures of two young cultivators were revealed.
Qin Fengming still held the several-zhang-long red-and-blue sword blade wrapped in five-colored rosy light. He hovered in midair, a trace of surprise showing on his face.
Electric radiance flashed across Lei Zhen's entire body, and violent energy swirled around him. The aura revealed by his spellcasting surged restlessly. He hovered in the air, the astonishment and shock in his eyes lingering for a long while.
He truly could not understand how the young man before him could remain unafraid of his lightning attacks. Not only was the young man unafraid, but the arcs of electricity appearing across his sword blade could actually absorb the lightning energy Lei Zhen had unleashed with overwhelming force.
What left Lei Zhen most helpless was that the attacks he had released simply could not break through the other party's sword-blade defense.
The sword technique the young man before him had unleashed did not attack outward. Instead, it formed a mass of sword light that guarded his entire body. Within the lightning clouds he had condensed, it moved with complete freedom, like a sharp spherical sword blade meeting no obstruction as it shot and rolled through the air.
Seeing this, how could Lei Zhen fail to understand that the lightning attacks he relied upon most not only posed no threat to this Qin youth, but could instead bring him benefits that were difficult to describe?
No wonder the moment the Qin youth