Chapter 150 Sword Flying in the Sky

When that sword light dissipated, a ball of sword mist seemed to cover Hu Qianqiu under the night sky. Zong Shou's entire body seemed to turn into a mist, moving along with the sword, hard to discern whether it was real or fake. All of a sudden there seemed to be more then ten Zong Shou's in their view, no one knew where his true body was at.

The sword energy warped and weaved like clouds and mist, moving left and right between the saber images. This time that Tiger King Saber was unable to hit them back in one strike. Instead it was unusually lingering and exceptionally gentle.

That sword stance was so soft it seemed to hold no strength at all, but it was filled with hidden power which clashed with the Tiger King Saber, slowly but surely swallowing the space between the two of them.

In a short twenty-odd stroke encounter, Hu Qianqiu's seven-foot saber had less and less space to move.