Sword Overwhelms the Sects, This Boy Is No Man! Sweet Nothings, Cai Shang Delighted

Xiao Wanjian flew into a rage. With a twist of his wrist, he changed from a vertical edge to a horizontal one, breaking free of Li Xian's two fingers and sweeping at his chest. Li Xian leaned back and bent at the waist, easily evading it. Xiao Wanjian was about to press the attack and cleave Li Xian down in one stroke when a cold glint flashed before his eyes. His entire body shuddered. A silver serpent poked out from Li Xian's sleeve, ringing sharply like a snake flicking its tongue, viciously and precisely aimed at his throat.

Xiao Wanjian cried out. Fortunately, he was an old hand at the sword with abundant experience. Though his moves looked fierce and ruthless, he always left himself thirty percent leeway. Even if he had underestimated Li Xian, he had not committed the great taboo of facing an enemy carelessly. He immediately turned his sword back and precisely guarded his throat.

With a clang, sparks scattered and the shriek of metal pierced the ears. Xiao Wanjian's arm shook violently, and his longsword nearly flew from his grip. He staggered back several steps. Holding the sword in one hand made it difficult to resist, so he immediately gripped it with both hands. Veins bulged across his arms and sweat seeped from his brow as he barely managed to protect himself. Li Xian stood proudly with the silver spear in hand, imposing and extraordinary, yet utterly at ease.

Xiao Wanjian was thin, his face covered in white beard. With a shout, he tilted his neck aside and flipped his sword, evading the spear tip as his blade slid along the shaft and chopped toward Li Xian's hand. By now, his moves had become savage, every stroke seeking to swiftly claim a life. Li Xian remained