"Yinhua Slash." The anemone flower in Yue Qing's hand stabbed forward, and the sword in his hand provoked a strong silver wind to form around the sword. The appearance of the sword was very beautiful and very ornamental. The power of pouring out a wave of true energy has become even bigger. The silver sword light attached to the sword body and slashed towards Ye Qingyang.
"Ding." Yue Qing's speed was not too slow, and it hit Ye Qingyang in just half a second, but Ye Qingyang's speed was faster than hers. A silver dagger in his hand easily withstood Yue Qing's blow. But Ye Qingyang didn't use any fighting skills, but blocked Yue Qing's slash with the use of strength and true energy, the corner of his mouth curled up.