The Ice Queen

"Huh, he blocked it?" The strong blonde man's face betrayed his surprise.

"Let's go again!"

That time, the strong blonde man added more strength to his hand.

The big axe continuously swung out with the occasional heavy chops and sideway slices, charging like rolling waves at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was seemingly calm when facing the attacks and casually waved his sword. It was only a regular sword, but his movements were flawless with almost no weak points.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

With every weapon clash, the strong blonde man's strength became stronger.

However, no matter how he increased his strength, Jian Wushuang's sword could still head-to-head ward off his axe.

After tens of clashes, the strong blond man had pushed his strength to the extreme of Third-Class Divine Demon, but he still could not inflict any damage on Jian Wushuang.

"This kid…"