Chapter 142: One Sword Shattered Ice River, One Sword Broke the Silver Spear!
Come at me together!
Amid the ruins, Sikong Changfeng listened to the brazen tone of the white-robed figure opposite him, yet his expression was utterly grave.
From the sword strike that had just defeated Li Hanyi, he knew the rumors had not exaggerated.
This director of the West Depot truly possessed strength comparable to the late Great Grandmaster realm, countless times stronger than when Sikong Changfeng had seen him at the Tang Clan a year ago!
Thus, Sikong Changfeng said nothing about Yu Huatian's arrogant proposal to fight them both.
He turned toward Li Hanyi beside him and asked quietly, "Can you still fight?"
Shing-
Li Hanyi said nothing. The Listening Rain Sword abruptly left its sheath in her hand, cold as autumn waters!
Seeing this, Sikong Changfeng said no more either. A keen spear force soared from him, and the dark-gold spear in his hand gave a clear cry, as though facing a mortal foe.
"Old friend, it's been a long time since we fought side by side with all our strength..."
Sikong Changfeng looked at the dark-gold spear, then gave a slight tremor of the hand holding it.
Instantly, the shaft whistled like a hundred birds crying out, and its dark-gold coating began to peel away, revealing the spear's original appearance.
Silver-white as snow!
Mount Cang Snow, Silver Moon Spear!
At last, in this moment, the spear that had dominated the Ming's Spear Dao for thirty years revealed its true face!
"Shing-"
The next instant, Sikong Changfeng thrust his spear.
The thrust pierced the air like a flood dragon soaring skyward, like a silver serpent dancing wildly, sweeping toward the sword-bearing white figure ahead of the ruins at an exceedingly tricky angle.
"Sword, rise!"
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