Song Changming was calm and unhurried, also raising his Spirit Saber, sweeping out waves of crimson Cloud Saber Qi.
Their Gang Qi clashed continuously in the air, with the ripple of Powerful Qi wreaking havoc around them.
Their Qi Refining Cultivation was similar, and their Martial Arts Mastery was hard to distinguish, so after several confrontations, neither could overcome the other.
The instant the clash ended, Hong Zhen had already reached Song Changming, the axe blade poised to cleave down from above.
Hong Zhen's physical strength was certainly extraordinary; otherwise, he wouldn't specialize in wielding the Great Axe.
From childhood to adulthood, few martial artists could rival him in terms of strength.
However, today he was about to see what it meant that there is always someone stronger.
The seemingly nimble long saber cut through a chilling aurora, neither dodging nor retreating, choosing to meet his Great Axe head-on.
