The moment the words left his mouth, both men vanished from their spots. When they reappeared, they were already hundreds of meters away.
An ice-crystal sword blade a thousand feet long collided with a blazing blade at tremendous speed, forming two enormous walls of spiritual energy, one blue-green and one red.
"Lotus Pure Sword Art, Three Lotuses Open Heaven!"
Ning Yi twirled his sword slightly, then thrust three times in rapid succession. Three blue-green ice lotuses bloomed and burst apart, sending over a dozen ice-crystal petals slashing toward Situ Kong like sharp blades. In an instant, they were right before him.
Situ Kong chuckled softly. His flaming sword slashed rapidly, forming a dense net of sword strikes that easily neutralized the attack.
He smiled. "Old Ning, there's no need to test me. To tell you the truth, my swordsmanship hasn't improved much in these past three hundred-odd years. You can't beat me without using your ultimate moves."
The momentum of the ice sword in Ning Yi's hand changed again. He sneered. "You think I'll fall for that again? You shameless, scheming old bastard. Every time we sparred, you said you hadn't improved much, only to pull out moves I could barely handle."
"But this time, I'll make you suffer too. Do you really think all I've learned in these past three hundred years is how to shit standing up?"
"You'd better drop those little schemes of yours, or you won't even get the chance to swing your sword."
Situ Kong narrowed his eyes slightly. Though a smile still lingered on his handsome face, his expression had clearly grown more serious.
He knew Ning Yi well. The man did not like to boast. Since he had said that, it meant he really had mastered something Situ Kong knew nothing about.
"Very