Xie Xuanyi looked up.
That strike from the Saint Prince was undeniably powerful.
The entire sky vault seemed as if it would be shattered!
However, at this moment, Xie Xuanyi felt an indescribable familiarity in his heart.
Why did it seem like he had seen this move before?
In a daze.
Xie Xuanyi seemed to return to Li Lan Mountain, to that vast, endless tree-top starry sky.
Indeed.
Xie Xuanyi remembered.
This move was indeed somewhat familiar.
That young swordsman in the black robe, facing an endless tide of shadows, wielded his sword just like this.
Sword Intent and staff momentum were perfectly fused.
"Is this... smashing the sword?"
Xie Xuanyi raised his sleeve, instinctively mimicking the same motion, the Chen Ke flowing back, that majestic golden Lifebound Dharma Form, reversed the grip on the Sword Qi, hurling the Life and Death Sword Qi like a long rod.
With a boom!
This time, the collision was no longer a pin against a wheat awn.
