Sikong Jue was astonished by Lu Changfeng's terrifying swordsmanship talent.
Lu Changfeng was likewise astonished by Sikong Jue's strength.
Just now, when he drew his sword, Lu Changfeng had already unleashed all the strength in his body, except for his Sword Intent.
Even so, he had only barely suppressed Sikong Jue's sword edge.
This meant that Sikong Jue had likewise reached the Blood Tempering Seventh Level.
Otherwise, Sikong Jue would have been unable to contend with Lu Changfeng in strength.
Sikong Jue had reached the Blood Tempering Seventh Level, yet still had no intention of advancing to the Muscle Tendon Realm. His ambition was truly no small thing.
Lu Changfeng broke through Sikong Jue's ultimate Sword Move and began attacking of his own accord.
Buzz!
Having no moves was superior to having moves!
Lu Changfeng's utterly ordinary sword contained astonishing variations.
Sikong Jue's subconscious told him that no matter what he did, Lu Changfeng's next move would change in an entirely different way.
A trace of anxiety also flickered in those abyss-like eyes on Sikong Jue's ordinary face.
When Lu Changfeng's sword arrived, Sikong Jue finally drew his own sword. He decided to meet offense with offense!
Swish, swish!
Lu Changfeng's longsword shifted and changed, cleverly altering its offensive momentum.
Sikong Jue's expression changed, and he switched from offense to defense!
Swish, swish, swish!
Sword shadows flashed between the two of them. In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged dozens of moves.
The more Sikong Jue fought, the more miserable he felt. Lu Changfeng's Sword Moves were simply too terrifying. Almost none of them had any connection to the previous move, yet they always steadily suppressed him.
Swish!
A sword shadow that broke through Sikong Jue's defenses swept past his ear.
A lock of Sikong Jue's long