“Roar!”

The sabre technique of Du Shougao was frighteningly fast. Once he made a move, it would shock the heaven and earth and precedents of failure were virtually none.

The runes made by the staff on the ground were easily cut through by the sabre’s edge and it brushed up against Feng Feiyun’s chest, like a horrific technique that was unable to be dodged.

Fast! Swift! Rapid!

This was the attack from Du Shougao that was impossible for others to block. Feng Feiyun could only drag his staff back and retreat. However, backing off any more would lead him back to Jing Huan Mountain, and Du Shougao’s speed in that terrain would only be even more unpredictable.

“Boom!”

Feng Feiyun’s eyes were perceptively fast like lightning. He suddenly stomped on the ground and moved the staff in his hand. With his hands raised, a powerful strike erupted.

The iron rings at the top of the staff hitting each other created jingling sounds and set off golden sparks.

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