In the arena, the figures of the two people flickered, like intertwining beams of light.
Strains of powerful energy surged from the weapons of the two, crashing together like a downpour of silk.
The terrifying ripples of energy radiated outwards, imposing immense pressure on the onlooking Martial Artists.
"This guy is so fast, like a ghost, not even a thread of his clothing can be touched."
The Cold Iron Fan in his hand swung continuously, each time shooting out dozens of powerful energies, each carrying sharp murderous intent, attacking Ling Xiao from different angles.
However, no matter how hard Liu Yan tried, Ling Xiao's ghostly figure always managed to dodge at the most critical moment, even launching counterattacks.
The Sword Qi, sharp as a poisonous snake, made him not dare to be careless in the slightest.
As the battle continued, the expression of underestimation on Liu Yan's face completely disappeared.
Even his relaxed mindset turned grave and serious.
