Liu Ming struck, channeling his bloodline's True Qi. His Sword Momentum instantly increased by thirty percent.
But Ling Fei remained unfazed.
SWOOSH!
Ling Fei's sword slashed out. There was nothing flashy about it—only a sharp Sword Momentum and a Cold Qi as tyrannical as a True Dragon.
The aura of this strike was clearly much stronger than before.
Then, Sword Qi swept from Ling Fei's Long Sword, raging toward Liu Ming's river of Sword Qi.
Instantly, their two rivers of Sword Qi crashed into each other.
BANG!
On the tournament stage, the fierce clash of Sword Qi let out a muffled explosion.
An Extreme Cold Qi then rode the momentum of the clash, attempting to freeze Liu Ming's Sword Qi solid.
However, Liu Ming was composed. With a flick of his wrist, he swept his Long Sword upward.
"Blood Qi like a sword, yet also like a snake!" a deep voice escaped Liu Ming's lips.
The momentum of the Long Sword in his hand skyrocketed.
