The Old Ape swept to the girl's side in a single stride, raised his arm and clenched his fist, then swung it down at her head.
The girl raised the Green Scabbard Narrow Saber to block, its edge aimed straight at the Old Ape's wrist, while the longsword in her hand thrust fiercely toward his chest, its tip targeting a single point over his heart.
Unexpectedly, the Old Ape's rough downward swing changed midway into five nimble fingers gripping the blade. At the same time, his other hand, wholly in keeping with his nature and true heart, seized the sword tip.
Clearly, his murderous assault had been a feint; luring the girl into rashly drawing her sword had been the real aim.
The Mountain-Moving Ape, who came from East Treasure Bottle Continent's sacred land of swordsmanship, saw at a glance that this sword was extraordinary.
For this, the Old Ape did not hesitate to replace a breath of qi for the second time.
Even though the sword tip had already pressed into the skin of the Old Ape's chest, less than an inch from piercing his heart.
Seeing that things had gone awry, Ning Yao still decisively released the Sword Hilt. At the same time, she yanked her saber back with all her strength. Its edge slid across the Old Ape's palm, producing a string of metal-on-stone shrieks that pierced the eardrums.
After withdrawing her saber, the girl leaned backward and retreated swiftly without stopping.
Sure enough, the Old Ape turned sideways and flung the longsword, which he held by its tip, dozens of yards away.
Then he kicked at the girl.
The girl's right hand, which had held the sword, rose to block, but the Old Ape's kick struck it. With a thunderous bang, she was sent flying seven