The flash of sword flashes across the gap.

The next moment, white robes flew and the sword exploded in front of Xu Zimo's eyes.

Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his scimitar moved.

The swordsmanship is very fast, extremely fast.

It seems that tens of thousands of swords can be produced in one second, or even thousands of swords, in short, countless.

But no matter how fast the sword is, the movement in Xu Zimo's hand is not fast.

His Ba Ying defended normally, but every time he was able to perfectly defend against the thrust of his sword.

Both of them have their own rhythm.

What matters in the end is who brings whom into each other's rhythm first.

The shadows of knives and swords shuttled through the void.

The two fought like this for more than ten minutes, and Xu Zimo did not directly suppress them with strong force.

Just use simple sword skills to deal with it.

From what he had seen in his life, this man's swordsmanship was definitely the best.
Chapter completed!