"A nobody from Sword Tomb, Pei Yanchao."
The tall and sturdy youth spoke calmly.
"Pei Yanchao, I'll remember you," Song Qilin said solemnly.
Immediately afterward, the Qilin Sword on his back was unsheathed in an instant.
Song Qilin practiced with a pair of swords, and the Qilin Sword could split into two, each in one hand, his aura soared.
If previously Song Qilin was like a sharp sword with its edge laid bare, now he was like a Sky-breaking Divine Sword that had been thrust deep into the vast stellar sea!
The Qilin Twin Swords merged perfectly with him.
The surrounding wind and snow were instantly severed by the blades.
At the same time, Song Qilin charged toward the tall and sturdy youth, Pei Yanchao.
Pei Yanchao's expression remained calm, with one hand behind his back and the other forming a sword finger.
Not only that, but as Song Qilin made his move, Pei Yanchao closed his eyes to listen to the sounds of the wind, the snow, and the world around him!
Whoosh!
