83 Sword and Qi Controlling Each Other

Dang!

A sound as loud as the evening drum or the morning bell of a monastery rang out, filling the whole valley and surprising countless birds, sending them off soaring into the sky in a mess.

The two axes in Claude's hands clashed with Fang Xingjian's longsword, and along with the loud sound, Fang Xingjian was sent flying, only managing to come to a stop after he was sent more than a hundred meters away.

His strength was only slightly more than 50 points, a huge step from Claude's strength of over 70 points.

However, Claude was the one who was truly astonished one. On the side of his face, a bloody wound had formed, his whole cheek dyed red, and fresh blood spilling from it.

Of course, although this wound looked serious, it was just an ordinary cut.

What had actually astonished Claude was his opponent's strength.

"Damn it!" Claude shouted out loudly, "Don't split up, stay together! His speed is too..."