The heart moves, so does the sword.
Ye Qingzhou holds the sword in his hand, its shadows weaving densely as he swings, resembling the graceful display of white cranes spreading their wings. The tip of the sword leaves a white arc in the air.
Clang~
The long sword trembles, tearing through the air, emitting a series of piercing sharp cries.
Ye Qingzhou's figure slightly sways, visibly taking on two enemies at once, yet he does not adopt a stable defensive stance, instead opting for an open and generous moving attack.
Brilliant sword light, elegant footwork, solely driven by the flesh to wield the sword techniques, without stimulating primordial qi reinforcement, still causing the opponents to feel immense pressure.
'What terrifying swordsmanship!'
'Is this the level of sword techniques a Bronze Level can display?'
Fernando and Fixx already harbor doubts in their hearts, their minds continually warning them that the enemy before them is far stronger than reported.
