Pointers (2)

Yin Long could not believe it.

Jian Wushuang had already turned around. "Senior Brother Yin Long, please pick up your battle blade, and let's try again."

"Very well." Yin Long did not hesitate and picked up his weapon as he looked over at Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, Yin Long had a heavy expression on his face.

"Ready?" Jian Wushuang raised his eyes and looked at Yin Long.

"Yup." Yin Long nodded.

However, just as he was nodding, Jian Wushuang made his move again.

Woosh!

He could vaguely see a ghastly silhouette sweeping by before the same scenario happened again.

The wound on Yin Long's arm had deepened while his battle blade fell to the ground once again.

"Senior Brother Yin Long, this is already the second time. Shall we try once more?" Jian Wushuang smiled.

"Again." Yin Long did not give up and crossed hands with Jian Wushuang again, but the result was the same.