Ancestral Master Zhang's Regret

"Bam!"

There was a loud bang along the distant horizon as the flying sword tumbled backward.

Qin Yun's expression changed as he waved his hand to put away his flying sword.

Only then did Yi Xiao and Hong Lingtong, who had been standing by the city walls, fly over.

"Brother Yun, what happened? Can't your flying sword pursue an enemy for thousands of kilometers?" asked Yi Xiao.

Qin Yun sighed inwardly.

There was a saying, that a flying sword could kill enemies five hundred kilometers away. But that was for ordinary Paramount realm sword immortals. Now, Qin Yun's flying sword could pursue an enemy for up to ten thousand kilometers.

"His realm is far above mine. He easily escaped my flying sword's pursuit." Qin Yun shook his head and sighed. "Thankfully, his Dharmic powers are inferior to mine and his Dharma treasure is far inferior to mine… That was how I survived this clash."