Clang…
As Xiao Yi's Blizzard Sword trembled, he strode forward with the sword.
The sword momentum was immensely heavy, exceptionally domineering.
With just a glance, the Sword Spirit discerned the Sword Dao Xiao Yi was using and couldn't help but sneer, "Is it the Domineering Sword Technique again?"
"It seems you're quite confident in your Domineering Sword Technique."
Xiao Yi remained silent, advancing with his sword.
Although the sword momentum was astoundingly domineering, the blade suddenly changed, becoming winding and mysterious to the extreme.
On the Sword Spirit's delicate face, a frown appeared, obviously somewhat surprised.
Clang…
The Blizzard Sword had reached the Sword Spirit's throat.
The Sword Spirit sneered, and the sword in his hand also changed.
Whoosh… Whoosh… Whoosh…
Xiao Yi's figure transformed into a phantom, like wandering clouds, elusive.
Yet every sword strike he delivered was as heavy as a thousand pounds, the killing intent shocking the heavens.
