Chapter 42: Battle_1

BOOM! BOOM!

Two imposing auras swept across the arena, each dominating one half of it. Wang Lingling and the others hastily scrambled off the stage, retreating a thousand feet to watch.

"Fight!" Wu Ming roared. Two war swords, one black and one white, appeared in his hands. Both were supreme-grade spirit artifacts. The white sword was dazzling, the black one profound, and both emanated powerful sword light as they suddenly slashed downwards.

Two brilliant and dazzling Sword Qis materialized out of thin air, one from the left and one from the right, striking towards Qin Wudao.

Dual-wielding swordsmen were a rare sight on the continent.

"Sword, come!"

Qin Wudao did not use the Xuanyuan Sword. With a wave of his right hand, a war sword from the weapon rack on the stage unsheathed itself. It was an ordinary mortal weapon, yet in his grasp, it felt like an unparalleled Divine Weapon.