His gaze was hollow, fixating only on his own blade's gleam.
But Zhao Rong's offensive was too fierce, with each strike aiming for vital points, and not a single thrust could be neglected.
Though his sword was fast enough, when a cold and piercing energy surged, Feng Buping reacted instantly, True Qi surged frantically, and he leapt backward to evade.
"Hiss~~!!"
The chilling sound emerged as the green stone slab was scored with a long mark by the Sword Qi.
Just like the cold sword wound on Zhen Shanzi's chest, which emitted a frigid air.
There was also a large piece of red fabric on the ground, evidently a piece of Feng Buping's garment.
To defend against the illusory light of sword movements, one needed enough speed to block such swift strikes, to be aware of the approaching Sword Qi, to have the agility and speed to dodge...
Feng Buping did not get injured this time, nearly reaching perfection in his defense.