Gongsun Jing forcefully exhaled a turbid breath, feeling some sourness in the palm of his hand that grasped the sword.
The fighting was ceaseless. Even as a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist with enduring inner strength, relentlessly confronting these formidable opponents from Jianghu without retreating was not sustainable in peak condition for long.
In the sky, the battle between Wang Anfeng and the towering Swordsman had been raging for a while. Sword Qi rolled through the sky like muffled thunder, occasionally sending broad and vigorous strips of Sword Qi piercing into the densely packed clouds above, triggering the thunder to roar.
Gongsun Jing spat out a mouthful of bloodied spittle and roared as he struck with his sword.
