"WHOOSH!"
Mud and sand surged as river water sprayed into the air. Flashes of blades and shadows of swords constantly flickered.
Zheng Jun slashed one after another, seemingly possessing boundless stamina. True Qi clung to the edge of his blade as he relentlessly attacked True Man Yuan Yi. However, Zheng Jun's current condition was far from good. His green robe had been torn in multiple places, and blood flowed ceaselessly down his arm—clearly wounded by True Man Yuan Yi's blade.
On the other side, True Man Yuan Yi was not faring much better. A long, glaring bloody gash marked his face, and his gaze was fierce and savage.
"Excellent, excellent!" Even though Zheng Jun had taken a hit from True Man Yuan Yi, he couldn't suppress his ecstatic expression. His eyes sparkled brightly as he shouted at True Man Yuan Yi, "Again! Don't stop!"
