Meng Xiuping could no longer afford to hold the two men back. His sword seal shifted, and his flying sword changed course, charging straight at the lightning sword dragon.
The flying sword collided with it, unleashing a thunderous boom. A powerful shock wave burst out.
Meng Xiuping was sent staggering back several steps as he absorbed the impact. Xu Ying also retreated several steps. The two were evenly matched in that exchange, though Meng Xiuping had a slight edge, since he had been forced to change his move to respond.
Meng Xiuping's heart tightened. Xu Ying had kept a low profile over the years. He hadn't expected that, without fanfare, Xu Ying's strength had advanced so far.
He didn't know that Xu Ying was even more shocked. He had seized the opening while Meng Xiuping was attacking and launched a surprise strike, hoping to drive him back or gain the upper hand. Instead, he hadn't gained so much as an inch.
Meng Xiuping's fighting spirit surged. He formed a sword seal with his hand and called out,
"Senior Brother Xu, take one of my swords!"
He pointed a finger. His sword vanished in an instant, as if it had burrowed into the void.
"Bring it on!"
Xu Ying's gaze sharpened. He controlled his sword to slash behind him, knocking away a flying sword just as it shot out. But the sword looped through the air and came straight at his face again, moving so fast it seemed to teleport.
The two exchanged several blows in an instant, their sword techniques weaving through the sky as they fought fiercely.
Xu Ying, however, was puzzled. Meng Xiuping had come to rescue those people, so why didn't he seem worried? Two Transcendent Realm experts had already gone after them.
As the thought crossed