"Hmph!" Li Zhengyu snorted coldly, and a golden light blade met the attack.
He knew this battle was unavoidable.
The blade light and the golden light blade intersected in mid-air, instantly bursting with dazzling radiance, like stars falling, with a deafening roar echoing all around.
The surrounding cultivators retreated one after another, their faces showing fear, as the battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators was indeed terrifying.
Zhang Yu's red glowing long blade was as scorching as flames, the blade surged fiercely, like a rampant fire dragon, charging straight at Li Zhengyu.
Li Zhengyu's expression was serious, the golden light blade in his hand constantly changing to counterattack.
"Go!"
Zhang Yu flicked his finger, a black needle magical artifact turned into a slender silent shadow, silently stabbing at Li Zhengyu's back.
