Ye Fengsheng naturally heard the conversation below, which is why he didn't continue to explode the golden lotus, but stayed in the sky, quietly waiting for Lu Mingxuan to stand in front of him.
"Confidence to surpass me?"
Ye Fengsheng asked.
"You cannot defeat it, but you can defeat it."
After two similar words, Lu Mingxuan's wrist shook, and the Qingshuang Sword descended from the sky.
Ye Fengsheng said, "Your words are quite grand, but coming from your mouth, they're missing something."
Lu Mingxuan asked, "What's the difference?"
"Poor fish have passed such a small realm!"
Ye Fengsheng sneered, as the red dagger rushed into the sky, accompanied by a fireworks-like golden lotus falling.
Lu Mingxuan picked up the treasured sword and blocked it again, the released Blue Frost Green Frost Sword very simply and lightly touched Ye Fengsheng's sword, emitting a crisp blade sound with a chop, creating a ripple.
