Feng Chihuo let out a loud cry as he condensed his flame into a sword. But this time, he didn’t attack Yun Che, rather, he put all his strength on the phoenix flame sword to suppress Yun Che’s heavy sword… Each one of Yun Che’s moves were executed without any concern to his own life, but how could Feng Chihuo willingly trade lives with Yun Che? Against such a terrifyingly large power and the lunatic Yun Che, who was trading injury for injury, his anger had already been rapidly replaced by dread and fear.
With every single sword strike Yun Che smashed out, several tens of blood vessels on his arm would burst open. Both his arms were instantly dyed with blood, as if they had just been submerged in a pool of blood. The wounds on his body endlessly spewed out blood, and the internal injuries in his body continually grew more severe as he attacked without reserve. But he didn’t mind it at all; every single sword strike was vicious to the extreme.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom…