Sikong Jingxiao couldn't determine if it was a coincidence or foresight.
But the opponent was already close, and the opponent's spiritual field had already descended, a fact he had to face right now.
Then, suddenly, a sword hum came from the position of his heart.
His body seemed to turn into a shattered porcelain, teetering on the edge of destruction and existence, countless sword lights shot outward from within him.
In that instant, he seemed to become a sun condensed of sword light.
Spiritual sense entangled with Sword Qi, and his Heartless Sword Realm unfolded in an instant!
He tapped the tip of his toe, grasped the Scarlet Talisman Sword, advancing instead of retreating, facing Jiang Wang!
In the space of a single step, engaging in a life-and-death duel with swordsmanship, what did he have to fear?
But at this moment, Jiang Wang's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
He was like an arrow released from a bowstring, yet absurdly stopped in mid-air.
