Liu Yuanhu charged forward again, his long blade dancing with ferocity, creating streaks of residual shadows.
The wild wind from the blade made Zhao Honglie's hair whip wildly, even making it difficult for him to keep his eyes open.
He knew Liu Yuanhu was ready to risk everything for his life!
"Die!"
Liu Yuanhu's attack surged forward, countless blade shadows suddenly converging like water waves into a murderous energy aimed straight at Zhao Honglie's face. Behind the deadly energy, a flash of cold light—a sharp blade—was already closing in, inches away.
Zhao Honglie was so terrified his soul seemed to leave his body. He hastily raised his long blade to block above his head, gripping the hilt tightly with one hand while supporting the blade with the other.
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, Zhao Honglie's blade was immediately cleaved in two, yet Liu Yuanhu's long blade continued its relentless force.
