Faced with Liu Tingting's extremely sharp sword momentum, Lin Wanqing's face was solemn, her brows tightly knitted, like two mountains about to collapse.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the surrounding air. Her clothes fluttered without wind, clearly gathering all her strength, every inch of her muscle taut like a bowstring ready to release.
"Crack!" The two swords clashed fiercely in the air, the sound like a thunderbolt exploding in everyone's ears.
The crisp sound of breaking instantly spread throughout Changsheng Castle. Two cold glints vanished in an instant, and the swords broke simultaneously in the fierce collision, the fragments of the blades fluttering down like snowflakes.
However, to everyone's shock, the fallen figure was Liu Tingting.
Liu Tingting's eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and deep reluctance, her body fell backward like a kite with a broken string, heavily hitting the ground and raising a cloud of dust.
