Then, with the next strike, unimaginable power suddenly erupted!
It wasn't one or two, but a tight, symphonic deluge, the youth's slow and fragile body now like a fully drawn bowstring, a taut blue steel, enduring and releasing a heart-pounding force, yet you could clearly feel its extraordinary resilience beyond that.
A kind of intense rhythm was played out from the clash of iron against iron.
The most violent assault swords of the Cloud Lord's swordsmanship, each strike far exceeding the Swordbearer's limits, yet Pei Ye released them infinitely densely along the rhythm.
A grand zither, played by thunder, collided with Yong Ji's Spear, a pure, hard confrontation appeared on the Sword Platform for the first time, only strength against strength, iron against iron.
The only similar encounter should be that of Zhao Jiajia, but Zhao Jiajia was like an indestructible iron idol, mostly strong defense, whereas now both sides were relentlessly attacking with full force.
