"Hiss..."
As Ye Xunhuan swung his sword, the air in front of him shattered instantly, and the piercing sound echoed all around.
Even before the sword arrived, the sharp Sword Qi had already attacked Ke Qinghong, like ice blades slashing against his body, making it exceptionally painful.
In the blink of an eye, just as Ye Xunhuan's sword was about to land on Ke Qinghong, Ke Qinghong's right foot shifted slightly, quickly dodging aside.
After dodging, Ke Qinghong didn't hesitate for a moment, quickly retreating to one side, putting some distance between himself and Ye Xunhuan.
But the next moment, Ye Xunhuan pushed off the ground, his entire body pouncing towards Ke Qinghong like a tiger released from a cage, the sword in his hand like the scythe of death, turning into a dazzling ray of cold light, swiftly attacking Ke Qinghong like a lightning snake.
