Xuanyuan Chen suddenly flicked the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, a blinding glare surged from the blade, blazing like the morning sun. Taking the initiative, he lashed out at the foremost enemies like a flash of lightning, thrusting his sword several times in rapid succession.
Those sword shadows were as swift as shooting stars. With a whistling gale, the blade-wind ruthlessly tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek. Shocked by this overwhelming sword momentum, the few enemies who had rushed to the front wore looks of sheer terror. Staggering, they scrambled to evade his razor-sharp edge, presenting a utterly wretched sight.
Seeing that Xuanyuan Chen had already made his move, Murong Guan was naturally not about to be outdone. With a gentle wave of her delicate hand, her long sword danced wildly through the air like a nimble flood dragon, leaving behind a series of breathtakingly exquisite, dreamlike arcs. Her dazzling sword flowers formed an impenetrable defense.
Chapter 137