As sword light surged and withdrew, nine overlapping sword shadows faintly appeared, spreading behind Liu Wuqing like a peacock opening its tail.
Fierce wind rose from the ground, rolling up his clothes and hair, while his gaze was even colder than the sword light.
Nine sword shadows flew out one after another, stacking layer upon layer. With each added layer, their might increased by ten percent.
Boom!
The flood dragon roared, and the sword light rang.
With this strike.
The two were again evenly matched.
"Twin Dragons Playing with a Pearl!"
Two black flood dragons three zhang long condensed into form, twisting around each other as their dragon roars shook the air.
"Azure Lotus Blossoms!"
Liu Wuqing's gaze was calm, and the sword momentum in his hand suddenly changed.
His figure drifted like a crane's shadow. The tracks drawn by his sword edge were no longer sharp like thunder, but instead carried a profound rhythm.
