Swish! Swish! Swish!
Within the ring of luminous stones, brilliant sword light crisscrossed the air. Nangong Wanwan had seized the initiative, scattering sword light like a celestial maiden scattering flowers and sealing off every direction around Zhao Feng.
Holding the Nine Yang Divine Sword, Zhao Feng calmly countered each move as it came. He never gave Nangong Wanwan another chance to break through.
Their exchange on the stone platform entered a prolonged tug-of-war.
Throughout the sustained exchange, Nangong Wanwan's sword technique maintained an unbroken succession of overlapping waves. Each sword's ringing overlapped with the opening layer of the next strike, sustaining a constantly flowing, unnatural sound in the gaps between blows.
That sound acted directly upon her opponent's sea of consciousness; even a deaf man could not escape it. Had Zhao Feng not perfected his Blood Soul Secret Art, he might have been affected. Unfortunately for her, he had not only perfected it but also broken through its limits.
Thus, the Sword-Chant Demonic Sound was utterly useless against him.
With his Nine Yang Sword Technique, Zhao Feng adjusted the angle and spacing of his next strike whenever a blow settled, maintaining his defensive net. As Nangong Wanwan's sword light pressed in from different directions, he adjusted his position and orientation, keeping his rhythm of engagement steady throughout.
Thirty-five exchanges, forty-three, fifty-six. As the clash continued, the luminous stones around the platform maintained their steady brightness. Everyone surrounding the platform was silent.
Though this was not a fight to the death, they were all Innate Realm experts and naturally understood the heart-stopping danger within it.
On the sixty-fifth exchange, after parrying a streak of sword light approaching from his left, Zhao Feng did not retreat into his defensive zone to readjust his center of gravity as before. Instead, he advanced another