In the close-quarters fight against Ye Qiu, even Ye Xing was at a disadvantage.
Ye Qiu hurled a punch at the Sword Soul, resembling a mace covered with spikes. But somehow, the Sword Soul disappeared, with the longsword appearing behind Ye Qiu, a flash of cold light slicing through the air. Three sword shadows appeared in the air, Ye Qiu dodged, but two bloody lines were still left on his back, bleeding profusely.
"Ssshhh..."
A sharp, dense sound emerged as the Sword Soul swung its sword, the sword light dazzling as sword intent cascaded like fine rain, appearing very magnificent, yet filled with murderous intent.
"Kill."
Ye Qiu waved his hand, over a hundred spears appeared out of thin air, thrusting toward the Sword Soul, but faced with the sword rain covering the sky, the spears were shredded by the sword rain, disappearing without a trace.
"Crushed!"
Yun Tianqi said, his tone heavy.
Others' expressions also looked bleak, this was simply a battle beyond levels.
