Yan Qingfeng was filled with powerful confidence; whether Lin Xuan used the Lonely Star Sword or not, he could slay his opponent!
He was very assured of his own strength!
Reaching out his palm, an entirely snow-white long sword appeared in his hand, with sword light flickering, easily tearing through the void.
Without a doubt, this was a treasure saber.
With a sword in hand, Yan Qingfeng's entire aura became sharp, so intense it was unbearable.
"Next, you will realize how vast the gap is between us!"
"Even if you possess the Lonely Star Sword, you cannot bridge it!"
He snorted coldly, waving his arm. The snow-white long sword descended, bringing a roaring gale.
Accompanied by brilliant sword light, forming a continuous sheet.
The witnesses were shocked, their hearts trembled; Yan Qingfeng was too formidable. A mere regular attack was overwhelming.
Truly worthy of being the genius martial artist ranked thirtieth on the Xuan Venerate List.