"Mystic Wind Ten Miles Marvelous Cang Return..."
After suffering a loss from Xu Ming due to his carelessness, Bai Linsheng had clearly become much more vigilant. Moreover, he was facing Li Yun, the Young Lord of Dongyang, whose swordsmanship was said to be peerless. He did not dare let his guard down in the slightest.
The moment he made his move, he went all out.
Bai Linsheng's sword was indeed formidable.
His True Qi had reached the fourth grade, and it seemed to come from some special cultivation art that was exceptionally compatible with wind. When combined with his sword art, it carried a marvelous air of being named for the wind, his body merging with the Mystic Wind.
Once his sword art unfolded, it was not only swift, but endlessly varied.
It could only be said that his strength truly surpassed Gao Xingchen's.
Unfortunately, he had run into Li Yun. He could only count himself unlucky.
Li Yun clearly had no interest in slowly grinding Bai Linsheng down. The reason he had traded punches with Little Fist God He Yiming for a while earlier was purely because he wanted to comprehend the deeper mysteries of the Primordial Array.
It had merely been a whim.
Now that the whim had passed, naturally, he would end this battle swiftly.
Otherwise, with so many Martial Artists from other prefectures coming up one after another to fight him in a wheel battle, even if he could use his Innate Divine Ability to constantly devour World Spiritual Energy and replenish his expenditure, without fearing that excessive True Qi depletion would exhaust him to death, he would still be annoyed to death.
"Sever!"
Li Yun gripped the Ancient Sword as a streak of Sword Light suddenly slashed across the sky.
In an instant, Sword Intent