The moment he turned around, Ye Lin saw the fellow raise his rusty sword and slash down once more.
This Sword Qi was even stronger than the one before.
Even Ye Lin could not help but grow serious in the face of this strike.
Ye Lin traced through the air with both hands, and streams of Sword Qi formed and swirled before his chest.
"Slash."
With a push of Ye Lin's hands, countless streams of Sword Qi burst forth.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
By the time Baili Tusu brought his sword down, he discovered that all he faced was Sword Qi filling the sky. As for his opponent, Ye Lin had long since vanished without a trace.
No matter where he looked, he could not see Ye Lin's figure at all.
"I admit that you're very fast, but it's still not enough."
At some unknown point, Ye Lin had already appeared behind Baili Tusu.
"What?"
Just as Baili Tusu was about to turn around, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his back.
His body then tumbled uncontrollably toward the ground.
His body crashed heavily onto the Arena with a dull thud.
The entire Arena shuddered violently.
"Damn it."
Baili Tusu's expression was rather ugly as he climbed to his feet from the Arena.
Every move he made seemed to have been anticipated by this fellow.
He had been led around by the nose the entire time, completely unable to find his own rhythm.
Moreover, though they were both sword cultivators, he had not even seen Ye Lin's sword so far.
It filled him with a profound sense of powerlessness.
Was this the gap between them?
It was not.
"Shatter."
Baili Tusu slapped the rusty sword in his hand.
The rust coating the sword