The Death of Shao Ying

The Sword Drawing Arts stressed upon a single word, speed.

Perhaps, the might of the Sword Drawing Arts was inferior to most high grade Profound Rank sword skills.

But in terms of speed, high grade Profound Rank sword skills could only fall far behind.

"Your sword skill is pretty good, but your strength is completely not on the same level as mine. Before formidable strength, you are unable to stop me!" A wisp of disdain appeared on the corners of Shao Ying’s mouth, and coldness leapt up within his eyes, the hand that help his grade seven spirit sword trembled and he was about to use his entire strength to directly knock away the grade seven spirit sword in Duan Ling Tian’s hand, and penetrate Duan Ling Tian’s throat.

"Is that so?" Right at this instant, Duan Ling Tian moved, his other hand instantly flashed out, and he pointed out a finger that bore through clouds and gave birth to mist.

The Finishing Touch of the Dragons Finishing Touch!

Whoosh!