The youth was clearly a little careless, and that gave him the chance to close the distance. Twenty meters was not too far anymore.
The Silver Patterned BlueSilver Grass was about to hit the Seven-Star Sword, but the longsword suddenly paused in midair, then gracefully flipped over, passing through a gap before thrusting towards Lan Xuanyu's left arm.
The youth led with his right hand, moving with a natural grace, as if the Seven-Star Sword was one with him. Though he was controlling it through the air, there was a faint impression of unity between his body and the sword.
This opponent seemed to be stronger than he had anticipated! Lan Xuanyu was taken aback. That sense of unity between body and sword was unmistakable, and he knew he couldn't allow the youth to strike with full force.
"Ah!" As if panicking, he suddenly turned around and slapped his right hand toward the Seven-Star Sword.