However, after the first clash of weapons, during the remaining time, they exchanged no less than one or two hundred rounds, yet the blades and swords never touched each other again.
At first, Su Mo watched with great interest, but soon he started to frown.
By this time, he raised his eyebrows slightly, lost in thought.
While observing, Wei Ziyi did not forget to scrutinize Su Mo. Noticing his unusual expression, she couldn't help but feel puzzled:
"What's wrong?"
Su Mo gently shook his head, "It's a bit strange..."
But after saying these four words, he didn't continue to elaborate.
Wei Ziyi wanted to inquire further, but seeing Su Mo's expression, she knew he had some guesses but wasn't sure, so he didn't say more.
At this moment, Zhuo Qing changed the move with his blade technique.
The chaotic sweeping blade light suddenly retracted, and he shouted lightly:
"Good Taoist, good martial arts!
"Take my move... Heaven's Will Like a Blade!"
