With a thunderous boom resounding across heaven and earth, the surrounding space shattered like a mirror, and terrifyingly fierce winds scattered in every direction.
Every gust possessed the power to instantly shred True Immortal cultivators to pieces.
The long saber in Qin Hua's hand nearly flew from his grasp, while he himself was sent hurtling backward like a kite with its string cut, continuously coughing up bright-red blood as he flew.
Blood sprayed across the sky as though it cost nothing.
"Nine Schools Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunderfall."
Ye Lin naturally would not let such an opportunity slip by. When geniuses like them fought, every move and every strike was steeped in killing intent, each aimed at taking the other's life.
Such a fine opportunity could not be missed.
Boom, boom, boom.
Peals of thunder erupted one after another as countless bolts of divine purple lightning gathered upon the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in Ye Lin's hands. Gripping the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor with both hands, Ye Lin raised it high, while thousands upon thousands of bolts of lightning continuously converged behind him.
At this moment, Ye Lin was like a lofty Thunder God, commanding the lightning that filled the heavens.
"Slash."
With Ye Lin's roar, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hands came crashing down, while the lightning behind him gave off incessant, ear-piercing explosions.
The countless bolts of lightning ultimately gathered into a terrifying streak of Sword Qi and slashed toward Qin Hua.
"How is this possible? How could Northern Continent have someone like you?"
Qin Hua's eyelids twitched violently. Sensing the overwhelming threat, he shouted in disbelief.
How could Northern Continent possess such a genius? With such strength, even in Central Continent, he definitely would not be some nobody.
Yet