Gu Shuo resisted with all his might, catching the tip of the descending sword with his hand. He forced it back, and with a flick of his fingers, the Soft Sword snapped back with shocking speed, striking at the man's face.
The man in black reeled back in shock, and the tip of the Soft Sword flashed past him.
The man gasped, sucking in a sharp breath.
Though it had missed his face, a deep gash was carved across his chest.
Gu Shuo released his grip on the Soft Sword. It coiled around the hilt of the man's longsword like a silver serpent, then shot up the blade toward his face.
The man stumbled backward, still clutching his longsword. It was all happening too fast; he didn't even have time to drop his weapon.
PFFT... AAGH!
The Soft Sword viciously pierced through his face.
The two men in black surrounding Qian Fanji heard the scream. When they turned, they saw the Soft Sword piercing straight through their comrade's head, and their hearts trembled in terror.
