Yu Wenye's pupils suddenly contracted.
Watching Xue Xian charge forward on his horse, getting closer and closer, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and also spurred his horse forward. Just as the Yanyue Blade, swinging fiercely, was about to strike him, Yu Wenye raised his sword with both hands, blocking it once again.
A resounding "clang" was heard.
Just like before, Xue Xian's blade was blocked by the unyielding hilt in Yu Wenye's hands. However, this time, Xue Xian's arms were not bounced back. Instead, he gripped his sword and pressed down hard.
Instantly, it was like Mt. Tai was pressing down, causing Yu Wenye to sink slightly.
