Seeing Qin Yang forced him to draw his sword with a single strike, along with some murmurs, Jian Wutian's face darkened slightly, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.
"You are indeed stronger than that person, but you are still not my match, Jian Wutian."
Jian Wutian's eyes were full of coldness as he spoke harshly.
Boom!
As his voice fell, Jian Wutian's surroundings surged with an intensely uncomfortable, icy sword intent, and a chilling black light burst forth from the Black Snow Demon Sword in his hand.
Bang!
Jian Wutian wielded the Black Snow Demon Sword and fiercely stomped the ground, shooting forward, as a sky full of black sword lights slashed violently toward Qin Yang.
Seeing this, Qin Yang's eyes flashed with cold light, and the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword appeared in his hand, with ice white light shining brightly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
