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Ning Bo's body was hidden within the blood-red colored Sword Qi. His movement was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Lin Yan, his hands moving as fast as lightning, making it impossible to guard against.

Although these blood-red colored Sword Qi could obstruct one's line of sight, under the violent winds brought by the Sword Qi, which made it difficult for one to open their eyes, Lin Yan could still see Ning Bo's figure even with his eyes closed when he was channeling his Purple Void Pupil Skill.

The Symbol Sword in his hand trembled, and immediately released a melodious sword cry. Seeing Ning Bo's figure, Lin Yan also quickly moved, and without dodging or evading, he directly welcomed Ning Bo.

The two of them clashed in the crimson tornado of the Sword Qi. Although their figures could not be seen from the outside, the sparks produced by the clash of their weapons were still clearly visible.

Zhu Zimo looked at the blood red Sword Qi tornado in front of him and could not help but frown. His heart immediately tensed up, his eyes opened wide, wanting to see the situation inside clearly, but he was still unable to do so.

Long Fei lied on the ground and was fast asleep when he was suddenly woken up by the strong wind brought by the blood red Sword Qi in front of him. He was in a daze and opened his hazy, sleepy eyes. What's going on up ahead? ”

Zhu Zimo answered with furrowed brows: ”I'm not sure, but Lin Yan is currently fighting with that sect disciple. It's basically not clear as to what the actual situation is.”

Long Fei looked at the blood-red colored Sword Qi tornado in front of him and immediately jumped in fright. Cold sweat trickled out of his forehead and he immediately sobered up from fright, and quickly said to Zhu Zimo: ”Is this the Sword Qi that Lin Yan's opponent summoned? How could he be so powerful? Can Lin Yan really handle it? ”

Zhu Zimo shook his head, he did not reply and continued to anxiously look ahead, his eyes not even blinking.

Ning Bo took advantage of the convenience of the Sword Qi s array formation and started to attack Lin Yan crazily. Amongst the Sword Qi s, there was only one thought in his mind, which was to tear Lin Yan into eight pieces to resolve the hatred in his heart.

Lin Yan remained calm and collected. As he exchanged moves with Ning Bo, he started observing the surrounding blood red Sword Qi, discovering that Ning Bo was not scary at all, what was scary was the berserk blood red Sword Qi, if he were to charge at them, they would probably turn into meat sauce. Even with his Golden Silk Armour, he estimated that he would not be able to escape unscathed.

While fighting, Lin Yan was also thinking of a way to break through the formation. He was very calm in his heart, his opponent blocked every move perfectly, but he still revealed an absent-minded look.

Seeing Lin Yan's expression, Ning Bo's heart burned with anger. Although the other party was so absent-minded, had been unable to defeat him for a long time. No matter how much he used his swordsmanship, the other party was still able to strike first and even defend just in time.

This person cannot be left alive, Ning Bo thought to himself. I must kill him here today, otherwise, how would I be able to stay here in the future?

Once again, a killing move appeared. Ning Bo continued to attack Lin Yan with all his might, the sword moves became faster and faster, as though he wanted to kill Lin Yan.

The swordsmanship in his hand was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes slow and sometimes anxious. Unknowingly, he had brought Ning Bo's swordsmanship into the rhythm of his own sword.