IS Chapter 147

At that instant, a stern and fierce sword intent soared from Ye Zhuo's body. Today, his first sword was already a union of man and sword. Li Yuan's sword had also been drawn, its vast light splitting the wind and snow. Between them, their unreserved first strikes collided. The force of the sword bodies rebounding crashed against each other, the world cleaved into opposing halves. Perhaps the two standing on these ends differed in many ways—different people, different swords. But at least one thing…