At this moment, Pei Jing stepped forward, his gaze fixed straight ahead, and said, "Wen Ruyu, do you dare to fight?"
The Lingxiao Pavilion had suffered one dead and one wounded; of the three in the Sword Inquiry, only he remained.
Wen Ruyu stepped out. Instantly, sword aura surged wildly, and an air of slaughter enveloped his blade.
"Hum." Pei Jing's body transformed into a beam of light, shooting straight toward Wen Ruyu. The Li Mountain disciples looked up at the sky, seeing the winds and clouds in the heavens shift, sword aura churning, and a boundless torrent of sword energy radiating from both combatants.
"Rise of the Sword!" Pei Jing shouted, and golden brilliance erupted around him, forming an infinite array of dazzling sword light.
"You think you're worthy of seeking a Sword Inquiry with me!" Wen Ruyu sneered as he swung his palm, invoking a chorus of heavenly swords. Before him, a sword materialized—solitary, and distinctive.
