Xie Xiaofeng brimmed with fighting spirit. He wanted to test just how strong the swordsman who had defeated the Sword Saint truly was.
Before his battle to the death with Yan Shisan, if he could witness Lin Lang's swordsmanship, he would have no regrets even if he died.
Boom!
!
The gates of the Divine Sword Manor split in two down the middle, as though cleaved apart by a keen sword.
Lin Lang seemed to feel no pressure as he slowly walked toward Xie Xiaofeng.
Jiang Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes. He discovered that Xie Xiaofeng seemed to radiate countless rays of light, making it impossible to look directly at him.
This man's primordial spirit actually seemed stronger than Master's. Could Master win?
But seeing his master walk toward Xie Xiaofeng with a relaxed expression restored his confidence.
Master was invincible. Even if Xie Xiaofeng had once been hailed as the greatest prodigy of the Sword Dao, Master would never lose.
In Lin Lang's eyes, Xie Xiaofeng stood motionless, but his primordial spirit transformed into a sword and slashed straight at him.
This was the purest clash of sword intent. He too gathered the power of his primordial spirit and met it head-on, determined to see how much weaker his primordial spirit currently was than that of an expert who had undergone three transformations.
In that instant, even the sunlight seemed to dim.
A fierce wind suddenly swept through their surroundings. Xie Xiaofeng's primordial spirit sword seemed to penetrate every opening. Lin Lang saw a weakness but had no ability to exploit it.
He raised his palm and pointed forward.
Boom!
!
An incomparably savage force exploded. Jiang Xiaoyu's ears rang, his head spun, and he felt as though he could no longer mobilize his true qi.
But he strained to