Yang Fei only felt his vision blur, and a flying sword had already appeared in front.
The terrifying sword Qi instantly tore open the skin on his forehead, penetrating deeper into his head.
An unprecedented fear of death struck deep into his soul, rendering Yang Fei nearly in despair, and he escaped instantaneously.
When he flashed a few hundred meters away in another void, breathing in the fresh air, he realized he was still alive and immediately relaxed, though his heart continued to pound wildly.
Such a swift sword!
Just as he was in shock, his vision blurred, and the sword was upon him again.
A sword, both fast, precise, and vicious!
Yang Fei considered himself someone who had witnessed many sword control experts, yet this Nascent Soul master's sword control technique truly surpassed his previous impressions of flying swords.
It was indeed too fast!
With the flying sword moving almost at the speed of teleportation, how could one evade it, how could one respond?
