With a clang, sparks flew.
Ice Emperor and Luo Xian had only just pretended to hurriedly fend off the forest of blades and rain of swords coming from all directions when a powerful blade intent came crashing in with the surging, piercing airwaves. Amid it was a sharp chill that tore through the air toward their brows.
Little Li Flying Dagger!
With the experience Ice Emperor had accumulated through countless battles throughout his life, the angle of this dagger was exceptionally tricky, and its attack ferocious. It could be called a stunning strike even among the many battles he had experienced. The only flaw was that the Yin Spirit power imbued within its blade intent was truly too weak. Otherwise, it would have posed an enormous threat even to him.
Yet at the instant his body was about to react on instinct, Ice Emperor forcibly made himself seem too slow to dodge. In a rush, he struck out with Snow Blood Claw, barely knocking Little Li Flying Dagger away. His face instantly reddened as though he were about to vomit blood, and he staggered backward.
On the other side, Ning Su and Drunk Green Shirt joined forces to unleash Thirteen Life-Taking Swords.
Luo Xian saw nothing but silver flashes before her eyes. Streams of sharp sword qi collided in midair, filling her vision and raising waves of fierce sword force. They battered the protective true qi around her body into violent fluctuations, sending her clothes fluttering backward with a loud rustle.
Suddenly, the sword shadows dancing through the sky converged into one and stabbed straight at her chest.
Before the sword arrived, immense pressure had already descended.
Luo Xian gave a sharp cry and flicked a finger imbued with piercing force against the sword gleam.
With a clang, a metallic