"You big mouth!"
Yan Nan said gloomily, "I shouldn't have talked to you."
"Then just watch the fight, look, it's starting."
Dongfang Sansan looked into the field.
...
In the field, Wu Shuang was already locked in a fierce battle with Fang Che, one black and one white figure, turning into two whirlwinds.
At times black and white were distinct, at other times they twisted together, spinning into one.
The clash of swords and knives was surprisingly rare.
Their techniques were both refined to the extreme.
Fang Che's was a combination of the improved Hen Tian Blade, Flying Sky Saber, and Futu Blade; even without resorting to Evil Qi, Killing Aura, or Killing Intent, his Perfect Blade Form was enough to handle it.
Wu Shuang's swordsmanship, on the other hand, was extraordinarily light and delicate.
It was a complete contrast to the broad and open swordsmanship he had shown before.
Both bodies were spinning rapidly, it looked like twins battling each other.
