Equally matched
編輯: Henyee Translations
The green sword was as transparent as crystal, an ancient seal glowing slightly on it, possessing a frightening aura that could cut the heaven and earth.
Immediately, a strong feeling of warning rose up in Ling Han. He felt that if he was struck by this sword, his arm would be severed if it struck his arm, his leg would be severed if it struck his leg, and if it struck his neck, he would be dead.
He did not dare take it head-on. With repeated taps of his feet, he used Lightning Flash, and rapidly retreated, as if he himself was a bolt of lightning.
However, while he retreated very quickly, Ji Wuming's pursuit was not the slightest bit slow, either. The green sword danced and waved, shooting out multiple streaks of terrifying Sword Qi. Shua, shua, shua, even the dimension itself was cut to bits, releasing a wail of grief, as if it was about to be destroyed.
This sword… was too extraordinary.