Seeing his demeanor, Yi Qing knew a battle was inevitable. With a flip of her fair wrist, a slender Lady's Sword materialized in her palm. She slashed forward, unleashing a wave of Sword Qi that surged toward him.
"Hmph!"
As the sword came at him, Jiang Xuan sneered again. He spread his large hand, his five fingers plucking the air as if they were strings, and a series of white lines materialized in front of him.
Each white line was as thick as a finger, and in the blink of an eye, the densely packed threads completely sealed off every possible angle of attack for Yi Qing's longsword.
"Break!"
Once the battle began, Yi Qing was like a different person. Her Spirit highly focused and her brows raised, a tenacious light shone in her lovely eyes. Stepping back and to the side, her delicate body swayed like a weeping willow as the tip of her sword pierced through the net of white lines, thrusting straight for Jiang Xuan's throat.
"Not bad. But... it's useless against me!"
