Guardian Bing, with a sinister and cold smile on his face.
Xia Yifeng, still just smiled faintly.
From beginning to end, there wasn't a trace of difference in Xia Yifeng's expression.
On the Ice Crystal Martial Arts Arena.
Crack, crack, crack... Bam...
Crack, crack, crack... Bam...
Time, having already passed twenty breaths, reached several minutes.
For several minutes, the scene on the martial arts stage, the sound of combat, was almost endlessly repeating.
Nangong Ming's saber, every swing was bizarre, completely without a trace to follow.
Every slash was tremendously powerful.
Every slash almost perfectly unleashed all of Nangong Ming's cultivation battle power.
Every slash was absolutely not inferior to Nangong Ming's full force explosion after using a Martial Technique.
Xiao Yi blocked with his sword; he found himself unable to keep up with Nangong Ming's Saber Dao trajectory.
Besides instinctively raising his sword to block, he had no other way.
