Formless Battle Technique—Test Sword!
Le Yuren was ruthless and sparing with words. He immediately bent down, pressed forward with his right leg, and tested his sword with a slash!
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of steel colliding—Bai Yu's bullets all landed on the bandaged assassin's helmet. Even cutting him in half couldn't kill him, so targeting other spots was pointless. Directly aim for the head and fire madly!
Clang!
The Demonic Soul-Purifying Sword halted mid-air. Le Yu's swordsmanship was ultimately lacking (having never practiced), only relying on the sword skills practiced in Qin Le Yin's youth, and with no light, it didn't even stir a glimmering wave. The bandaged assassin actually grabbed the blade directly!
ZZZ—
He pressed hard, his five fingers burning through the sword's blade!
"Demonic Soul-Purifying Sword? That's it? The scabbard? That's it? How amusing!"
