The roar continuously resounded, and Sun Minghui was pushed back swiftly by the You Long. In the process of retreating, he kicked out several times, shattering the You Long into starlight particles.
At this moment, Chu Ming had already appeared in front of Sun Minghui, three powerful sword lights bursting out from his sword, directly slicing through the air with a loud explosion.
"Three Talents Swordsmanship!"
The sword light was icy cold, blending with a chilling aura, like the melting snow of a frigid winter, yet also resembling the antlers of a deer hanging mid-air, a stroke of divine inspiration.
Sun Minghui's pupils contracted, and his legs pointed towards the sky while his head faced downward. He kicked out repeatedly towards the sky, resulting in continuous explosive sounds in the air, and mist scattered all around.
