Cheng Letian

In Cheng Letian's black-and-white distinct pupils, a scene of a battle between immortals and gods was reflected, enough to leave one dumbstruck.

Those two figures crisscrossed between heaven and earth and among the seas of clouds, shuttling wantily. One carried an ancient sword, while the other grew a pair of metallic sword wings, the two of them fiercely separating and clashing continuously.

There were snow-white sword auras severing the clouds, dense sword lights flashing across the horizon, and flying blades arriving in a sudden blur with golden light exploding into deafening loud roars. Most eye-catching were the collisions when those two figures traversed the air; in an instant, sword auras crisscrossed, formless pressure waves blew away the clouds and fog, and blade and sword fragments fiercely shot out.

The intensity far exceeded any mortal war, and the splendor was even three parts greater than what any storytelling artist described in their mouth.

Clang clang clang...

Rumble!

Screeech!! Swish!

All kinds of sounds continuously transmitted over to this side, during which it was also accompanied by loud shouts and excited cries. Some came from the mouths of these two people, while others came from the mouths of other people.

"Haha! Exhilarating!"

"Senior Brother Dan Chenzi, go for it!"

"Xuexin, you're going to lose the bet."

Yes, around the two people fighting, there were quite a few people flying in mid-air, as if they were watching the battle. Among them unexpectedly were just those two people.

"Are these immortals?"

Cheng Letian murmured, suddenly opening her eyes wide when those two people got closer and closer to this side. She abruptly saw clearly the shapes of these two people: "Turns out it's the two of them!"

An Yang had long since caught a glimpse of this figure, and he felt a slight surprise