As the two stood with swords poised, confronting each other in the courtyard, an invisible pressure spread throughout the space.
In Yuan Hong's eyes, a killing intent gathered, and with a clear shout, Yuan Hong shot out like a flash of lightning.
The red sword in his hand darted forth like a glow of sunset, carrying an endless might, as if with one strike it would separate Lin Fei's head from his body, spilling blood on the spot!
Seeing that the fierce sword light was about to fall on Lin Fei, at the critical moment, Lin Fei's figure suddenly blurred in place, then vanished like a phantom.
Whoosh!
Blood splattered!
Time seemed to halt abruptly, everything stopped moving—the wind, and the branches and leaves of the phoenix tree in the courtyard seemed to suddenly become still.
Yuan Hong widened his eyes in horror, staring at the sword pierced into his right chest.
He couldn't believe it; the sword in Lin Fei's hand had actually pierced into his chest.
