Chapter 42: Battle_1
BOOM! BOOM!
Two imposing auras swept across the arena, each dominating one half of it. Wang Lingling and the others hastily scrambled off the stage, retreating a thousand feet to watch.
"Fight!" Wu Ming roared. Two war swords, one black and one white, appeared in his hands. Both were supreme-grade spirit artifacts. The white sword was dazzling, the black one profound, and both emanated powerful sword light as they suddenly slashed downwards.
Two brilliant and dazzling Sword Qis materialized out of thin air, one from the left and one from the right, striking towards Qin Wudao.
Dual-wielding swordsmen were a rare sight on the continent.
"Sword, come!"
Qin Wudao did not use the Xuanyuan Sword. With a wave of his right hand, a war sword from the weapon rack on the stage unsheathed itself. It was an ordinary mortal weapon, yet in his grasp, it felt like an unparalleled Divine Weapon.
The war sword began to tremble, releasing strands of Sword Qi that coalesced in the Void to form a veritable river of swords.
The river of swords seemed to flow from the heavens!
The twin black-and-white Sword Qis were instantly obliterated, unable to harm the river of swords in the slightest—like mayflies trying to shake a mighty tree!
Wu Ming’s figure flickered, reappearing ten thousand feet high in the sky. A black-and-white profound light surfaced on his body; one side radiated supreme holiness, while the other seethed with demonic flames, revealing a heart-shaking aura.