The clash between the righteous and demonic disciples raged on.
...And yet both sides had silently agreed to stay clear of the tempest of blades swirling in the center.
Inside that tempest of blade,
Jian Ruyi was already covered in countless wounds, yet her eyes remained sharp and unyielding.
She continued to block the invisible swords that assaulted her from every direction.
But like a miniature storm herself, she diverted, parried and even found an opportunity to launched sharp counterattacks toward Yan Moxuan.
Zing!
Ting!
Sparks flew dangerously close to Yan Moxuan's face as he frowned.
Watching the woman dance gracefully among his blades, he sensed something had changed.
'She didn't move like this before...'
And after observing her for a few moments with arms crossed, he finally realized what it was.
'She's following my sword intent…?'
