Bang!
Instantly, a moon-white armguard with fierce teeth emerged on his arm, shielding him just in time.
Yuan Yicheng's blade fiercely stabbed into the armguard, emitting a dull sound. A burst of moon-white and black halos exploded, and both of them retreated two steps, returning to a standoff.
"Not bad," Yuan Yicheng, holding twin swords, seemed as if he hadn't moved at all. "I hope you can keep me entertained." Before his words fell, the longsword in his hand suddenly flew out of his grasp, transforming into two crescent moon-shaped scythes that whirled through the air, cutting the air with a piercing howl.
The twin crescents continuously circled around Yuan Yicheng, lightly touching the surrounding trees and some bushes, slicing them neatly in two. Amidst a rustling sound, they cleared a large open area around them.
"This is the true essence of the Great Luo's Moon Deficient Sword," Yuan Yicheng, with empty hands, said, "So, how will you block this next move?"