Li Xizhi cultivated spells and couldn't concentrate all his energy on the Sword Dao. His cultivation level in swordsmanship was already inferior to his younger brother's. However, his natural talent and swordsmanship were not bad. When he drew his sword, he still proved to be competent enough.
After observing the two test each other, Quan Yi finally used his real skills, stimulating his Immortal Foundation, with auspicious qi surging up. He formed a circle with both hands above and below, pressing his thumbs against his middle fingers, releasing a burst of yellow wind.
This yellow wind swelled and churned in the air, creating a hazy veil that seemed to have the ability to obscure spiritual sense. It whipped up the mountain snow, making the surroundings dark and gloomy. Watching this, Li Xizhi silently gripped his sword tighter:
