Amidst heaven and earth, the rustling sound arose.
Li Qiuye's Withered Sword trembled frequently, sending out boundless autumn leaves, which transformed into swords and danced wildly with the autumn wind. As they danced, they emanated Sword Qi as fine as silk, each strand imbued with lethal intent.
"Subdue Autumn Kill!"
With one sword move executed, around Li Qiuye, within a thousand feet, nothing could exist, all was obliterated amidst the myriad silk-like Sword Qi.
Suddenly, Li Qiuye's sword eyes brightened, and he spotted a streak of blood red passing through the void.
"Subdue Autumn Kill, no one in the world can dodge, death comes! You fool!"
Li Qiuye merged with his sword, resembling a star descending from the ninth heaven, bringing with it a trace of lethal brilliance, and struck directly at the blood red area!
Ding!