"Boom—" A thunderclap sounded, and both figures disappeared on the spot.
"Bang—" A single impact noise was all it took to determine the winner.
The two reappeared on the spot, standing straight, making it unclear to the onlookers who had won.
Two seconds later, Liu Yan suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body slightly swaying.
Yun Shangyuan, on the other hand, seemed unharmed, only his breathing was a bit disordered.
Although he had not been injured, he was very surprised by the great strength of his opponent.
You must know that he was now the Sword God, and there were almost no people who could match him.
Yet, the man in front of him could withstand his full force attack without falling.
It had to be said, his Dark Spiritual Power had reached its peak.
"Yan Lang!" Nolan Changle, who was watching from not far away, cried out in alarm, leaping toward Liu Yan with her feet stepping on a three-foot-wide wave of blue light.
