"SHINK SHINK SHINK…"
Lu Beifeng was gaining continuous insight, almost forgetting he was fighting an enemy.
He thought he was merely practicing his Cultivation.
His sword moved faster and faster, thrusting out relentlessly.
And every time Lu Beifeng's sword thrust out, it left another hole in Meng Kun's body.
At this moment, Meng Kun could no longer execute a single slash of his saber.
"CLANG!"
With a loud noise, Meng Kun's saber fell to the ground.
He couldn't believe it. He could no longer block Lu Beifeng at all.
He had been suppressing Lu Beifeng just moments ago, but in the blink of an eye, he was utterly defeated.
He was surpassed by Lu Beifeng not only in aura but in speed as well.
Lu Beifeng even had a relentless forward momentum; if no one stopped him, he would become lost in his own state of insight.
His obsession, his fervor for the Sword Dao, made Lu Beifeng forget even himself.
"THUD!"
'I... am defeated…'
This was Meng Kun's final thought.
