"Chasing Lightning Movement Technique!"
The length of the Sword Fighting Platform was only about two hundred zhangs, and Zhu Xun circled around Ling Feng. With his speed, to keep breaking through without defense, it would take less than ten breaths!
Moreover, according to his calculations, even if Ling Feng realized he had been bypassed and started to defend again, it would also take about twelve breaths.
In those two breaths' time, it would be enough for him to defeat a Flag Guard with little combat strength and, incidentally, chop down the opponent's Dragon Slayer Flag.
"Hmm, the match is already over!"
Zhu Xun burst into laughter, as the sword move was already brewing in mid-air, and the sword edge began to emit a domineering Sword Qi.
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, Zhu Xun heard a cold voice near his ear, tinged with a mocking tone.
"You... you..."
Zhu Xun was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, "How is it possible, how can you still accelerate?"