Black Rainbow shattered.
Shi Jianfeng grunted and staggered several steps backward in midair.
Taking a blow from Fu Yi head-on was no problem, but with the power of a two-mark Dao artifact added to it, the gap was far too great.
Just as he was driven back,
the blade aura came slashing down.
Fu Yi stepped back, swinging his sword in a chop rather than a thrust to meet the blade aura.
As the two collided,
the blade aura shattered instantly.
The instant the fierce gusts spread, Thousand Mountain Blood itself came slashing down.
The greatest strength of a three-mark Dao artifact was not its ability to command the power of heaven and earth, but its own keen edge.
Saber and sword clashed.
The Astral Image Sect's Sect-Suppressing Dao Artifact gave a mournful cry, as though it had suffered a terrifying attack. Fu Yi shuddered, his blood and qi surging.
The next instant,
Another Black Rainbow pierced the sky, and killing intent descended once more.
"This move again!"
Fu Yi's expression darkened. His opponent seemed to expend nothing at all, having used this move at least three or four times already.
At that moment,
Shi Jianfeng perfectly demonstrated the truth of the saying that one well-mastered technique could take you anywhere.
After a dozen or so exchanges,
In the opening when Fu Yi blocked another attack from Thousand Mountain Blood, a Black Rainbow broke through all his defenses, and a spray of blood scattered through the air.
A cry of pain rang out.
A sword had pierced his chest, and blood streamed from the wound.
Fortunately, at the last moment,
Fu Yi had shifted to the side, avoiding a fatal blow to his heart.
Even so,
that strike had severely wounded him.
Shi Jianfeng showed no sign of stopping. His