Reincarnation Self

A sword may be compassionate or heartless—it all depends on its edge.

When a compassionate sword struck, it always left a margin of escape, never driving even its wielder completely into a dead end. Even Xu Wuhui's One Sword, No Regrets used offense as defense, never truly leaving himself with no path of retreat.

But Chen Fan's sword forms at this moment were fatal with every move, incomparably vicious. Chilling sword radiance spilled everywhere; every thrust used all his strength, never once considering his own safety.

This style of fighting would get him instantly suppressed and killed if he encountered an enemy of a higher realm.

Yet against cultivators of the same rank, it instead produced miraculous results.

Feng Wuji and Xu Wuhui were precisely in such a situation. Chen Fan's airtight Sword Art battered them until they had no power to fight back. Though the two of them together were clearly comparable to Fu Baihou, they had no chance at all to strike.

Chen Fan's sword was too ruthless—so ruthless that even their hearts trembled.

"What kind of monster is this man?" Feng Wuji gritted his teeth inwardly. The Purple-Gold Fan in his hand kept sweeping through the air, rolling up winds to shield his body.

Xu Wuhui was not so fortunate. He advocated using offense as defense, but now he could not find even a single chance to attack. He could only retreat again and again, using his sharp sword to meet Chen Fan's Sword Art head-on. The expenditure of his true essence was enormous, and his expression grew darker and darker.

This was suffocatingly humiliating!

Yes, the feeling was truly too stifling. The two of them should have been able to take Chen Fan down easily together, yet now Chen Fan was pressing them down and beating