The killing intent in Su Jing's eyes was not a fraction weaker than Sword Master Yu's. The wind blew open her bangs, revealing her cold, dark eyes, hiding a chilling sharpness, like an icy autumn water reflecting a wintry chill.
"Miss Su Jing?" Baili An was also greatly astonished at her appearance.
"You go first." Su Jing turned her face away, covering the bloodstains on her cheek, her expression unclear, but her voice was extremely faint, low and deep, with an unknown emotion hidden in its cold tone.
"Today he will go nowhere!" Sword Master Yu looked at Su Jing with a cold gaze, "Don't think that because you're Su Guanhai's daughter, I dare not kill you, get lost!"
Even as he spoke, he unleashed a flourish of green lotus sword light.
Wind and thunder like a net covering the sky came rushing, hidden within was a deep sword intent.
