Jiang Yuzhe's fighting spirit was ignited, and he leapt towards Huayue, his longsword slashing one strike after another.
The crisp sound of clashing metal rained down like droplets, Qi Light shooting sparks as swords flew, Huayue's longsword notched again and again, resembling a saw. His whole body was jolted backward repeatedly.
With a heavy "boom," Huayue was finally sent flying before crashing down heavily to the ground.
His complexion had turned ashen, the corners of his mouth seeping strands of blood.
"I've finally beaten this guy; he really was quite troublesome," Jiang Yuzhe exhaled turbid air. He had just executed over thirty consecutive sword strikes, and his Qi had been severely depleted. If his last strike hadn't sent Huayue flying, he might not have been able to hold on any longer.
