Carrying Shoes

A sword without its sheath had its edge fully revealed.

Zhuang Huanyu's sword rose as it howled through the wind. There was no more holding back. The sword carried a vigorous true essence as it stabbed towards Chen Changsheng's body, and its tip spurted green light as it whooshed through the air.

The remaining sand on the ground rose once more and danced over the battleground.

Chen Changsheng used the Yeshi Step, his body instantly vanishing. Countless blurred images appeared that surrounded Zhuang Huanyu as the dagger in Chen Changsheng's hand constantly swung down like a staff.

It was still a swift melee.

Zhuang Huanyu was not scared in the slightest. His sword techniques were exquisite, and because of his fury, his attacks were particularly wild and unrestrained. However, his defense was also superb, from which one could tell that his mental state was not at all disordered.