Leng Qingshuang's expression was grave. Spiritual power surged through her body at full speed, and the chill from the Han Yue Sword condensed into a massive ice shield before her.
Clang!
Crack!
The broadsword smashed heavily into the ice shield, instantly covering it in cracks. Then the soft sword thrust forward, piercing straight through the shield as Sword Qi bore down on Leng Qingshuang's chest.
At the critical moment, Leng Qingshuang abruptly drifted backward. At the same time, her long sword swept out in an arc, deflecting most of the attack. Even so, the aftershock sent her blood and Qi churning, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her lips.
"Senior Sister Leng!"
"Saintess!"
Seeing Leng Qingshuang injured, the female disciples all panicked and wanted to rush over to help, only to be tightly entangled by the disciples of Lion Camel Mountain Villa and Heartless Valley.
Ouyang Fu and Gongsun Ziqing were overjoyed at the sight and pressed their advantage, their attacks growing ever fiercer.
Although Leng Qingshuang resisted tenaciously, she was ultimately outnumbered. Suppressed by the forbidden techniques of the two of them, she gradually fell into a disadvantage. More and more wounds appeared on her body, and her white robes were dyed red with blood, painfully conspicuous.
At that moment, Hua Qiang, who had remained silent all along, finally moved.
His figure appeared before Leng Qingshuang like a ghost, blocking Ouyang Fu's broadsword and Gongsun Ziqing's soft sword.
There was no earth-shattering bang, nor were there violent fluctuations of spiritual power. Hua Qiang merely extended both hands and gave a light squeeze, firmly gripping the two weapons in his hands.
Ouyang Fu and Gongsun Ziqing's faces changed drastically. They desperately circulated their spiritual power, trying to retrieve their weapons, only to discover that Hua Qiang's