Xiang Chang's path was cut off, and Lu Feng's flung longsword forced him back.
But instead of immediately dodging the Sword Light, he leaned back and flipped through the air, evading the incoming longsword.
At the same time, midway through his backward flip, he lightly tapped the blade with his toe, borrowing its force to steady himself before launching a backhanded attack at Lu Feng.
The signature Illusory Willow saber in his hand burst forth with a fierce horizontal saber light.
Lu Feng easily evaded it. As he coldly observed Xiang Chang's bearing, his brows furrowed slightly. It was not because of the latter's counterattacking saber force, but because he was startled by Xiang Chang's light, soft, graceful posture.
That airborne backward lean and delicate toe tap were even more bewitching and yin-soft than a woman's. All he lacked was a flower-pinching gesture.
It made one feel nothing but disgust.
The Illusory Willow Blade Technique of the Illusory Willow Sect had not been like this in his memory!
As Lu Feng stood dumbfounded, he suddenly recalled everything that had happened within the Sword Ruins.
When he looked at Xiang Chang again, he could not help but reveal a trace of barely restrained amusement.
So this fellow had suffered Ye Fan's revenge. After becoming neither man nor woman, even his originally rather yang-hard saber technique had undergone a tremendous shift in style.
"Courting death!"
Xiang Chang caught the faint, mocking smile at the corner of Lu Feng's lips, and his face instantly darkened. He launched wave after wave of saber attacks at Lu Feng like a mad dog, sharp, shrill roars mixed into his cries.
Hearing that even Xiang Chang's voice had lost its former vigor and become as yin-soft as a woman's, Lu Feng could not help but laugh mockingly.