From afar, it appears as though the person is distant, but the sword is already close at hand, as if it transcends spatial distance. Truly, a divine display of sword skill!
This is the fatal strike determined by Qin Zhizhen!
The terrifying sword light cascades down like rain.
The dark sword blade brings the night from all directions.
And Jiang Wang is already enveloped in the night!
Can one man stand against the long night?
How could he not be defeated?
At this moment, only a green blade is seen appearing.
Amidst the long night, a bright moon emerges.
The sword light suddenly blazes brilliantly!
Jiang Wang, in his green robe, wields his sword as if dancing alone.
With one sword strike, he declares the long night bright!
But you could only hear—
Clang clang clang clang clang chi clang clang!
Eight consecutive sounds!
To be precise, among the seven clashing sounds of the sword and blade, there is one sharp sound of a blade piercing flesh.
