At this moment, Chen Yuan would rather trade injury for injury than to fail in crushing Liu Changkong!
Originally, he had planned to wear the man down slowly, but Liu's swordsmanship was truly fierce, showing no signs of exhaustion in the short term. Therefore, Chen Yuan had to think of another way.
Facing Chen Yuan's death-defying assault, Liu Changkong's lips curled up in a smirk, and he too hurled his long sword, closing the distance with a sudden burst of speed.
"Ding."
The sword and saber collided in the void, rebounding off each other before falling to the ground.
And in an instant, the distance between the two men was closed, for they had already been quite near each other, thus, in merely the span of a breath, they collided.
"Boom."
Liu Changkong turned his head to dodge as Chen Yuan's left fist swung out with full force, striking Liu Changkong's left chest. With a "puh" sound, Liu Changkong spat out a mouthful of old blood.