Ouyang Feng, Defeated! A Skill That Approached the Dao

Ouyang Feng charged in with incredible speed.

He looked like a madman.

After landing, the white-clad swordsman lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air again.

His goal was to pass over Ouyang Feng's head.

But Ouyang Feng had already anticipated this move.

He held his axe blade upward precisely to guard against it.

As the white-clad swordsman rose into the air,

Ouyang Feng forcefully swept his battle axe upward.

The axe tore through the air with a terrifying gale, hurtling toward the white-clad swordsman.

If the blow landed, the best outcome would be for the swordsman to be split cleanly in half. With bad luck, one side might end up much bigger than the other.

Suspended in midair, the white-clad swordsman's eyes narrowed.

A stream of cosmic energy flowed from deep within his dantian, traveled down his arm, and reached the tip of his sword.

At that moment,

a tiny sun seemed to appear at his sword tip.

Brilliant beyond compare.

"Clang."

A faint sound rang out, almost too soft to hear.

Lu Lin stared unblinkingly at the two fighters.

The instant the sword tip met the axe blade, an enormous force bent the long sword.

Just as the sword reached the limit of its bend,

the white-clad swordsman performed a midair somersault.

Using the tremendous recoil, he shot away.

But he didn't go far.

Before he could even land, the white-clad swordsman thrust out with his sword.

An invisible Sword Qi shot from the blade.

Ouyang Feng hurriedly changed his move.

But it was too late.

The Sword Qi struck his back, punching through his white robe and leaving a small hole about the width of a finger.

Only an opponent with exceptionally precise control of their power could manage something like this.

Ouyang