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And just as Heaven Dou's front line was forcibly driven back to the Origin Point by the Nirvana Tide—
A speck of cold starlight, without the slightest warning, pierced through the Flowing Wind avatar's blinding speed!
It was a sword!
Xiao Yi held the fingers of her left hand together like a halberd, and a speck of cold starlight suddenly appeared on her index finger—Lesser Cold Sword!
Before the sword tip even arrived, the bone-chilling sword qi had already pierced straight into the soul, making the avatar's rushing trajectory freeze for an instant.
Avatar Flowing Wind instinctively twisted aside, but a dark shadow, cold and sinister as a venomous snake, had already grazed past its waist.
The Lesser Underworld Sword was strange and unpredictable, its chill seeping into the bones. In the instant the avatar was disturbed and slowed by the cold, a third wisp of light flashed from Xiao Yi's little fingertip.
The Lesser Hidden Sword was soundless and traceless, so fast it left only a residual scar behind.
The ice-cold blade brushed past the avatar's cheek. Though it did not fully strike a vital point, that chill still made the energy-body avatar dim considerably in an instant.
Xiao Yi did not move. Only three jade-like fingers hung in the air, cold qi coiling around them, grim as three miniature cold stars piercing the sky.
The Flowing Wind avatar drew back dozens of meters as if in pain, circling Xiao Yi at high speed as it tried to find an opening to counterattack.
It was extremely fast.
The lips beneath the purple veil parted slightly and uttered two words: "Noisy."
Her voice was not loud, yet it stabbed precisely toward that fluttering white shadow in the