Fu Qingyang dove from the city wall. At that moment, he seemed to merge with the Jade Dragon Sword, becoming one with it, so that in the eyes of the watching soldiers, he vanished completely, leaving behind only that breathtaking streak of sword light.
The sword qi contained within the Jade Dragon Sword was so powerful that it warped the surrounding air, creating ripples around the diving Fu Qingyang like those produced by a meteor tearing through the atmosphere.
Tuoba Guanghe, flaunting his eight arms, faced the sword light that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth. His four pairs of palms suddenly clapped together, catching Yang Ce's sword.
To his astonishment, he found that Yang Ce's strength was no longer what it had been. He actually felt himself unable to contend against it.
Fu Qingyang forcibly drove Tuoba Guanghe downward, crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom.
He remained in that slanting flight posture, as though he had transformed into a flying sword, driving Tuoba Guanghe backward all the way.
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Tuoba Guanghe's military boots tore apart. His jet-black feet, gleaming with a metallic sheen, were like iron plows as they carved two deep trenches through the blood-soaked official road.
One advanced while the other retreated, sliding dozens of zhang.
The sword qi scorched Tuoba Guanghe's eight palms until they were bloody and mangled. The sword tip steadily pressed forward, piercing his chest. Though it failed to break through his tough skin, the pain was undeniably real.
Crimson runes lit up in Tuoba Guanghe's eyes as he tried to use Bewitch to influence his opponent's will. But just as the runes appeared, a deafening drumbeat rang out beside his ears.
The newly formed runes instantly collapsed. Feelings of retreat and cowardice surged up within him once more, damaging