"Fellow Daoist Tan is certainly free-spirited. At first glance, you truly have something of a young gentleman strolling the roadsides about you. But having seen that ruthless, vicious strike of yours, no matter how much you put on an act, you can't change my impression of you." Long Zhangyuan spoke with a faintly mocking smile.
It was as though he were watching a clown perform, the ridicule in his eyes obvious.
Hearing this, Tan Shuchang neither retorted nor pretended to be elegant. He simply slashed down with a Calamity-Sighting Sword Qi.
That sudden strike gave Long Zhangyuan quite a fright.
Yet with more than twenty years of cultivation under his belt, he reacted in an instant.
"Fellow Daoist Tan truly makes one sick!" Long Zhangyuan snorted coldly as he waved a hand and slashed out a Sword Qi of his own. But the moment that snort left his lips, his expression changed drastically.
His Sword Qi had not only failed to block that bloody Sword Qi—even before it truly reached it, it shattered and vanished.
When the sword force of one side collapsed in an instant like this, it often meant the gap in cultivation between the two was simply too vast!
Fortunately, Long Zhangyuan had the advantage of an artifact.
"Sword, rise!"
Long Zhangyuan shouted, and a sword cry came rushing in from afar.
A rainbow-like Sword Qi crossed several miles from another mountain peak and slashed toward them.
Bang!
Blocked by that supreme flying sword, a spirit-communing artifact, Tan Shuchang's Calamity-Sighting Sword Qi could no longer sustain itself and scattered into the wind.
"That sword is quite good," Tan Shuchang couldn't help praising.
No one knew better than Tan Shuchang how vicious his Calamity-Sighting Sword Qi was. It contained not only the murderous rules of a malicious ghost,