"Ah, what we are seeing now is the movement of the Black and White Faith. He did not retreat or move forward, and always maintained a very comfortable attack distance..." The commentators in the commentary seat continued to explain the changes on the field.

"The black and white faith released the Zixiao sword light, the first, the second, oh, four consecutive hits..."

"The opportunity is very well controlled, and it seems that he is not affected by Xiao Cang's aggressive play at all."

"I have said long ago that the Black and White Faith will win because he does not need to hurry, nor does he need to..."

Both commentators immediately fell into another round of debate, and the atmosphere at the scene was once again ignited during their debate.

Black and white faith is like a eased veteran, shuttled through Xiao Cang's sharp attack.

As a typical sword Wudang, he is a cautious and steady person. His favorite game rhythm is to slowly fight and consume with the other party and slowly fight for output.

So, he wants to lower the rhythm of the game unknowingly.

As long as the pace slows down, Xiao Cang, who suddenly becomes idle, will bear the pressure of him a hundred times or a thousand times...

Then, he will let his opponent gradually destruction in the battle rhythm of boiling frogs like a frog!

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Chapter completed!