"Dao art! Immortal Guides the Way!"
Lu Qingjun's treasured sword left his hand. It twisted and darted through the air, sometimes stabbing and sometimes hacking as it charged toward Yan Zhuangyun.
The sword was extraordinarily sharp and brimming with power. With a light sweep through space, it tore the space apart.
Yan Zhuangyun was stricken pale. He hurriedly dodged backward, and several evasive maneuvers nearly ended with his head being severed by the treasured sword. Even when he tried to use his movement technique's advantage to widen the distance, the treasured sword still clung tightly to him without letting go.
Yan Zhuangyun used his movement technique to appear a thousand meters away, but in an instant, the treasured sword arrived.
"Get lost!" After dodging again and again, anger rose in Yan Zhuangyun's heart. He swung his sword down, never expecting Lu Qingjun's treasured sword to move as if someone were holding it. It actually unleashed sword techniques in midair and clashed with Yan Zhuangyun.
Rumble!
After an intense collision, Yan Zhuangyun retreated with blood at the corner of his mouth. Before he could steady himself, Lu Qingjun's sword struck before him once more.
"Damn it!"
After several exchanges, Yan Zhuangyun had been wounded all over by the treasured sword. None of the injuries was fatal, but he was covered in blood and looked especially battered.
The seventh use was for flashing. As long as the white flame beneath the oil lamp flickered, any living creature that appeared behind the oil lamp would instantly lose its senses: the eyes could see nothing, the ears could hear nothing, the mouth could taste nothing, and the body could feel nothing.
It was worth mentioning that... the color concealing the flame was not the usual fiery red, but a strange white.
The instant they