Leng Xue's Strength

Meanwhile.

Leng Xue and Elder Li were locked in a fierce battle. Leng Xue's attacks were exceptionally savage, and Elder Li was gradually falling behind, struggling under the pressure!

Leng Xue sneered at the sight. "So this is what you meant by being able to stop me?"

Elder Li's face darkened upon hearing this. "Hmph! The victor has yet to be decided, and nothing has been settled. It won't be so easy for you to defeat me!"

Leng Xue's expression turned cold. "In that case, wait for death!"

The moment his words fell, Leng Xue struck. True qi erupted from his entire body as he used the first form of the Leng Xue Blade Art, "Draw Blade—Tenfold Flash." His hand slowly gripped the hilt, streams of sharp, domineering true qi gathering within the long blade. The hand holding the sword suddenly blurred into afterimages.

Ten sharp silver blade lights appeared in the sky, rippling outward in all directions. The blade lights were incomparably sharp and keen, carrying within them an overbearing blade intent.

Like spreading ripples, they surged toward Elder Li in a frenzied slaughter. Wherever they passed, the void was torn open with deep blade marks, stirring up waves of surging ripple force. Their power was exceptionally tyrannical!

Elder Li's pupils contracted. True qi erupted from his body as he abruptly unleashed the first form of the Blood Demon Eagle Claw, "Eagle Strikes the Sky." Violent blood-red true qi gathered around him as he leaped into the air, and a fierce phantom of a blood-colored demonic eagle appeared in the sky.

His claws were dyed blood-red. With a violent flap of its wings, the blood-colored demonic eagle phantom transformed him into a crimson afterimage that charged down at Leng Xue with extreme speed, his body twisting into a blur.