"Sis, they know you have the Dao-Transformation Art, so you may only get one chance to use it. Be careful." I reminded her.
"Yun Mu, I won't lose." I wasn't surprised that Yun Wei had changed from her timid old self into this. She wholeheartedly wanted to protect me, yet had no way to stop me from walking along the edge of a sheer cliff, so she constantly encouraged herself to follow behind me—and whenever she found the opportunity, she would stand in front of me and protect me.
To protect me, she needed experience. And where did experience come from?
This was the time to accumulate it. So no matter who tried to persuade her now, she would charge into this storm of blades and swords without hesitation.
The battle began soon. Knowing that Yun Wei might use the Dao-Transformation Art, her opponent didn't cast any other spells at the start. Instead, they summoned two swords without hesitation, intending to settle things in close combat.
Of course, I didn't believe they were unaware of Yun Wei's swordsmanship. Everyone here probably knew exactly how powerful it was. This was the Sword God's inherited sword art. Even if the Sword God himself hadn't taught it, it was still closely related to him. It was absolutely not something an ordinary immortal cultivator could handle.
Sure enough, after only two or three exchanges, the opponent could no longer withstand such swift swordplay. They immediately retreated while sheathing their swords. Naturally, this gave Yun Wei a chance to charge forward and expand her advantage.
Her opponent had been waiting for Yun Wei to come at them. In the next instant, a counterattack like a returning spear unfolded. That Sword Qi had long since condensed into ice-crystal-like shards. Perhaps this had been a feint from