Unlike the battle on the other side which was akin to a whirlwind sweeping away clouds, the fight on Du Chengfeng's side was much more rigorous.
After all, since it was rare to have a chance to fight, he naturally wanted to test his learning and thoughts. It's not every day you find a reliable opponent to practice moves with — so when those assassins rushed forward, he held his sword single-handedly, intentionally leaving his left hand free.
The man holding the halberd was a meticulous expert, and Du Chengfeng's posture made him realize something.
Under the swinging halberd, dozens of pungent winds swept toward Du Chengfeng.
Using long-range attacks to maintain distance was undoubtedly the correct choice.
But it didn't mean anything.
The heavy rectangular sword slashed through all the incoming Evil Qi, and the sword-wielding figure charged forward quickly. The ferocity of his stance was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain!
"Hah!"
