"Talking so much with you is simply a waste of my time. Since you're so stubborn, I'll beat you until you surrender!" Lin Tian stopped arguing with it, shook the river water forcefully, and leaped out of the river like a great peng soaring through three thousand li, pouncing fiercely towards the Sword Spirit.
The Sword Spirit refused to back down, vibrating the sword body suddenly and turning in the opposite direction, shooting out of the water, aiming towards Lin Tian's chest. The purple sword streaked by like purple lightning, reaching in the blink of an eye. Back then, the Sword Spirit controlling the Sword of the King was already fast, let alone this new sword which was even more formidable.
Still not enough, Lin Tian chuckled lightly, sidestepped slightly to dodge the vital spot, with the blade brushing past his clothes.
"It's a pity you still can't fly with the wind; otherwise, I truly wouldn't be able to do anything to you." Lin Tian lamented.
