Bai Wu still had that squinty, lecherous smile on his face. Facing the Purple and Green Double Swords shooting toward him like lightning, he calmly stretched out a single finger and flicked lightly.
The Purple and Green Double Swords, which had been coming in fiercely like a hot knife through butter, rang with a clang and were flicked back, tumbling through the air.
The gap in strength between the two sides was still far too great.
"Little lady, with such a pretty face, even your angry look has its own flavor." Bai Wu said with a squinty smile.
"Go to hell." Yingzi gripped the hilt of the Purple and Green Double Swords, her figure like drifting wind and rain, petals falling; sword light swam around her like schools of fish, and the fierce Sword Qi tore through the air, emitting a faint, sharp whistling sound.
