"Shameless scoundrel, kill..."
Ironheart Master suddenly drew her treasured sword and slashed it down relentlessly.
"Woo..."
The light of the sword was like lightning; the sword qi like snow.
Ice-cold and seductive, killing intent surged.
The momentum was quite astonishing.
"Good timing."
Zhang Duoqing shouted strangely, drawing his treasured sword to engage Ironheart Master in combat.
"Clang clang clang..."
The sound was like striking iron, dense like raindrops.
The two twisted and turned, moving like ghosts and smoke, rising and leaping.
Making it difficult for people to see clearly.
They fought from the ground to the air, and from the air to the mountain.
Indeed, it was hard to distinguish who would prevail.
