272 Selected As The Core (1)

Just as Zhou Jing was thinking, Wu Fan moved.

Swish!

He approached like a ghost, holding the saber with both hands and slashing with all his might, sweeping up a strong wind.

Zhou Jing's eyes flashed as he raised his saber and blocked.

Bang! Buzz —

With a muffled sound, the two training blades slashed horizontally and vertically. After bouncing slightly, they "attached" themselves once again, and the collision of their forces created a circle of dust.

In the next moment, the two of them changed their moves at the same time. The shadows of their blades flashed as they headed straight for their respective vital points. With their speed, they exchanged more than ten moves in an instant, emitting continuous sounds of ringing metal.