"Break!" Wang Yue roared, thrusting out his sword. The blade sliced through the wind and flew past him.
"Bang!"
The wind stopped, and Wang Yue slowly raised his head, only to see Zuo Ci standing not far from him with his hands behind his back.
"Is it...an illusion?" Wang Yue asked in shock.
The sword strike just now clearly hit Zuo Ci, but it only left an afterimage and did not harm him at all.
At this moment, Zuo Ci lightly touched the ground with his toes and lightly patted with his palm. It looked simple and unpretentious, without any power, but Wang Yue felt as if he was being pressed down by a mountain, unable to move, and even had difficulty breathing.
Bang!
Zuo Ci's palm landed on Wang Yue's chest, and Wang Yue immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, flying away and crashing into several trees before stopping. He struggled for a long time before finally sitting up.
"Such powerful strength!" Wang Yue's pupils contracted slightly, revealing a solemn expression.
Although Zuo Ci's attack was simple, it contained a mysterious and profound aura.
"Man and sword become one, invincible!" Wang Yue unleashed Sword Eleven!
A powerful sword intent erupted from his body, causing even Zuo Ci to raise an eyebrow.
"As expected of the contemporary sword saint, he has truly cultivated sword intent!" Zuo Ci exclaimed in admiration.
Wang Yue leaped into the air, transforming into a beam of sword light that shot straight into the sky.
"Buzz—"
The longsword trembled and hummed, as if it had encountered some kind of summons.
In an instant, the longsword detached from Wang Yue's body and floated in front of him, radiating a chilling sword aura.
Wang Yue pointed a finger, and a flash of sword light shot straight toward Zuo Ci.
Zuo Ci's expression was serious as he pointed out with the same finger.
Boom!!
The two clashed, and the explosive force scattered in all directions, destroying all the nearby vegetation.
"What domineering swordsmanship! It's a pity you're too weak!"
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