But with so many Martial Masters from his home prefecture watching, and after everything he had declared, he naturally could not take it back!
If he could not clash head-on, he would change his swordplay!
He suddenly darted forward, his footwork as light as a swallow. The Blood-Drinking Sword let out a clear, ringing cry, its flowing light like a golden wind brushing willow branches. His movements were nimble and graceful, without the slightest hesitation.
He unleashed Flowing Clouds Circle the Moon, tracing several golden sword blossoms with his blade. Layer upon layer swept toward Zhao Feng, as fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water. The gentle sword momentum concealed a deadly edge. Though seemingly leisurely, every strike threatened the throat, sealing off every avenue of escape while leaving his opponent unable to discern where the true killing stroke lay!
Zhao Feng's gaze sharpened. Neither dodging nor retreating, he gripped the Mountain Burner Great Spear with both hands and gave a deep shout. The shaft suddenly shuddered with a deafening hum, and scorching spear qi surged around him as though a blazing sun hung overhead. Driving power through both arms, he swept the shaft across with brutal, domineering force and no flourishes whatsoever. Wherever the spearhead passed, it tore through the air, leaving a faint red glow. It pinpointed the hidden killing stroke and slammed straight into it!
Clang! The deafening clash of metal sent sparks scattering and waves of force churning outward, whipping sand and stones off the ground to fly through the air.
Yan Yunkun's sword nearly flew from his hand. True qi force struck through his body again, and he tasted blood in his throat. Not daring to linger, he retreated rapidly, twisting his wrist to change his swordplay. Golden Wind Shears the Waves followed immediately. The