Ji Jingqiu gently stroked the Green Master; a crack silently spread across the blade.
At this moment, he clearly felt the "will" emanating from the Green Master.
"Another strike to decide the victor between you and me," Ji Jingqiu looked up at the short-haired woman he met once at the Four Guardian Stars.
"Alright!" Qin Qingjue's expression turned grave, her hand pressing on the hilt; "This strike, is called 'Ancient Flow.'"
Buzz!
As the words dropped.
The sword momentum rose.
Qin Qingjue, like the sword in her hand, was decisive; the long sword suddenly vanished, only to reappear with a thin gleam of light, as if it were a crack splitting the darkness, its radiance blooming, illuminating the vast land, asking under the Ancient Flow, who decides fate!
In an instant.
Qin Qingjue's aura underwent a drastic change; although her strike had not yet fallen, those around who came to watch, even if not the targets, were also enveloped by her Sword Intent.
