Lin Feng's piercing eyes tightly fixed on his opponent, the Spirit-Slaying Sword in his hand shimmering with light, his Spiritual converging in an instant.
Whoosh!
Lin Feng made the first move, his figure flashed, and he was already in front of Han Yijian, a cold light carrying peerless sharpness, slashing towards Han Yijian.
The air rippled like water, a breeze passed by, and in the world, there was only this Sword, nothing else.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Lin Feng's sword, Han Yijian was immediately astonished.
It's said that when a great martial master makes a move, one will know if there is substance, and Lin Feng's sword made Han Yijian's fighting spirit surge.
Han Yijian remained unmoved, his sword light exploding, the piercing light like a launched venomous snake, accurately hitting Lin Feng's blade edge.
Clang!
Their swords collided, sparks flying everywhere, dazzlingly bright, both of them retreating at the same time.
Whoosh!
