She reacted swiftly, drawing her sword in an instant. A flash of cold light streaked past, like a meteor cutting through the night sky.
She performed the "Qingfeng Swordsmanship," her sword momentum agile and graceful, sword flowers dancing like the light willow catkins of spring, or the gentle streams of a mountain brook, enveloping herself in the phantasm of swords. As she wielded the long sword, she even managed to make a playful face at Gan Jinliang. Her mischievous demeanor seemed out of place in the tense atmosphere, yet it was irresistibly amusing.
The two engaged in a fierce exchange, battling fiercely.
The cold wind of the night howled, sending leaves and dust swirling through the air, adding a sense of bleak murder to this intense combat.
