The surrounding air was sliced by the blade energy, producing a "chichichi" sound.
At this moment, Shi Feiyang's gaze was resolute, like the dawn breaking, revealing absolute confidence in his martial arts and a formidable intimidation against his enemy.
Xie Zhichuan felt a piercing pain in his wrist, as though thousands of steel needles were simultaneously stabbing into him.
Shi Feiyang's fierce blade energy was like an invisible sharp blade, slicing across his right wrist.
The sword in Xie Zhichuan's hand could no longer be held, and with a "clang," it fell onto the snow, making a crisp sound in the silent world.
