The two figures were like two terrifying tornadoes, swiftly cutting through the void, then colliding fiercely!
Boom!
Under the shocked gazes of the crowd.
Du Yuan was forcibly blasted from mid-air to the ground by this sword.
Thud!
The entire ground suddenly shuddered, and the land collapsed.
"Damn it!"
Du Yuan climbed up with a face full of dirt and anger in his eyes.
Since his rise to fame, when had he ever been so embarrassed? To be blasted down from the sky by a young brat?
With a cold shout, he charged towards Ye Qingchen again, at the same time, with a large hand grab, a spear appeared in his hand, moving like a dragon or a snake, transforming into countless afterimages, covering the sky and sun in an instant.
But Ye Qingchen's speed was even faster, his long sword slashed, bringing with it a sword light as bright as stars, blasting towards those spear glints.
