"Boom! Bang!"
Bai Jingqiu's and Zhao Ge's sword qi clashed continuously, deafening roars echoing across Gourd Mountain.
Using shadows, Jiang Ping An carried Bai Jingqiu away as they fled.
He handled movement and evasion, while Bai Jingqiu handled the fighting.
This allowed Bai Jingqiu to focus her attention on battle.
The fierce collisions caused the shattered space around them to collapse one after another, stirring up bursts of Space Storms.
Zhao Ge's combat prowess was clearly several levels above Bai Jingqiu's.
With his abundant experience and the accumulation of countless years, Zhao Ge's attacks were sharp and tyrannical, as well as exceptionally tricky and sinister.
Ordinary attacks often concealed killing moves.
Had Jiang Ping An not occasionally warned Bai Jingqiu and evaded quickly, she had no idea how many times she would have been struck.
Even so, Bai Jingqiu was still struggling greatly to cope.
Her disadvantage lay in her lack of experience and short cultivation time.
Otherwise, with the Bai Family's gifted bloodline, she could never have been in such a miserable state.
"You can't escape."
Zhao Ge's gloomy, hate-filled voice rang in their minds.
He suddenly drew a fiendishly crimson demonic sword.
Terrifying Killing Intent and endless resentment burst from the blade, sweeping across dozens of miles.
Countless ghosts wailed and roared, and heaven and earth turned bleak and terrifying.
At the sight of this sword, shock appeared on Bai Jingqiu's beautiful face, and her heart pounded wildly.
"The Soul Devouring Grudge Blood Sword?"
She had seen a demonic sword of similar appearance in ancient records!
This sword had been forged from the flesh and blood of living beings through an evil art and contained immense power.
It could devour an enemy's blood and divine soul, making it exceptionally tyrannical.
However, this sword had one drawback: every time