Yan Benxing was suddenly excited; he could perform well in front of Gongyang Ying.
Without further ado, Yan Benxing swung his saber and roared, "Cross Saber, Thousand Miles!"
With a buzz, the Sword Radiance lit up the darkness and fiercely slashed towards Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing smiled slightly and also said slowly, "Beast Skill, Iron Bone Flying Sky Stick!"
Boom...
As Sikong Jing's voice rang out, his iron stick rose once more like a pillar reaching the heavens, directly confronting Yan Benxing's Sword Radiance with a head-on collision, instantly shattering it to pieces.
"Impossible, how can his stick technique be so powerful?"
Not far away, Yan Qihuan couldn't help exclaiming in shock as his grandson Yan Benxing's Sword Radiance was scattered by simply one strike.