A moment of confrontation felt like the cries of vengeful spirits, and also like ten thousand swords ringing in unison!
The piercing and surging Sword Qi, and the claw momentum that stirred up the snowy ground at the moment of collision.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Flying snow covered the sky and sun, obscuring all that was happening in front of them.
Only the constant roaring could be heard, hinting at the intensity of the battle.
As a sharp sound spread out, the snowflakes in the air were blown and scattered by the fierce wind. Upon looking up, Chu Huai Feng could be seen with one hand in claw form, body arched like a bow, as a long sword imbued with cold moonlight pressed relentlessly forward, just three inches from his palm.
The girl holding the long sword wore a conical hat and was clad in red.
The cold intent in her eyes became increasingly sharp, as she maintained her stance and reasserted her Sword Intent, forcing Chu Huai Feng to retreat.
