The sharp sword light, carrying a terrifying might, slashed towards Qin Yi.
Just as Qin Yi was about to make a move, the sword qi suddenly split into three, and its power didn't diminish in the slightest.
Qin Yi coldly chuckled; this person had some skills.
Thinking so, he struck without holding back, his fist almost transforming into a Purple Crystal Stone. As he punched out, a purple fist mark exploded from his fist, swelling in the wind to the size of a millstone, unexpectedly intercepting all three sword qis.
"Boom!"
The sword qi was destroyed, and the fist mark also exploded along with it. A terrible storm raged around them, shaking everything crazily.
Qin Yi's lips curved up slightly. As fast as a streak of light, his fists were like a fierce storm, layers upon layers of fist marks stacking up, directly smashing towards Yun Zheng.
