Gu Sheng looked at the scene before him, his heart filled with shock and admiration. He knew that victory in this battle was already within reach...
"Ah!" Suddenly, Zhao Honglie let out a miserable scream. His chest had been pierced through by the Dugu Nine Swords, and blood sprayed everywhere. His body staggered backward several steps, his face filled with terror and unwillingness.
Linghu Qingwan wouldn't give him any chance to catch his breath. Her figure flashed and once again darted toward Zhao Honglie. "Swish, swish, swish!" Several beams of sword light flashed by, and the black scales on Zhao Honglie's body were sliced off one by one, revealing the bloody flesh underneath.
"No! That's impossible!" Zhao Honglie shouted in terror, but it was already futile. The power of the Dugu Nine Swords was simply too overwhelming. Every flicker of sword light made his heart leap with fear. He finally understood that he was no match for Linghu Qingwan...
