Chapter 87: Each Other's Trump Cards

Zhang Qian's laughter thundered through the sky, his longsword dazzlingly bright.

"Lin Xuan..." Ye Qing and the others were extremely nervous. If things were as Zhang Qian had said, Lin Xuan's situation might be very dangerous.

"Sister Ye, don't worry. Brother Lin hasn't drawn his sword yet," Luo Qingshan said, not forgetting the scene they had witnessed at Wind Control Cliff. He had an inexplicable trust in Lin Xuan.

"Protective Defense?" Lin Xuan murmured to himself, then lightly flicked his Storage Ring, and the Red Flame Greatsword appeared in his hand.

"Gale Sword Technique!"

Lin Xuan struck with his strongest swordsmanship as soon as he took action, with blue energy streams slicing through the air in all directions.

"Mad Blade Chaotic World!"

Zhang Qian's saber technique changed again, the Sword Light gleaming, conjuring an intense heat in the air as if a sea of fire had descended upon the world.