Ye Chen moved with fluid agility, resembling a dancing immortal crane. The sword in his hand flashed with a biting cold light, its technique fiercely sharp. Every stroke carried a piercing sword qi that made one shudder.
Daoist Yunhe focused primarily on defense. His footwork was steady, and his long sword spun into an impenetrable barrier, guarding his body with airtight security.
Occasionally, Daoist Yunhe seized an opportunity to counterattack, but Ye Chen easily dissolved his momentum every single time.
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