Bang! Bang! Bang!
Swordlight and saber shadows intertwined inside the temple, ringing with the clash of metal. Both fighters moved at breakneck speed, their figures flashing and colliding in the cramped space. The gusts they kicked up sent dust and rubble swirling from the ground, forming a hazy sandstorm.
Zhao Zhijing stood quietly to one side, convinced the monk could defeat the woman.
The two Mongolian spies hurriedly drew their curved sabers and guarded the monk's flanks, but they didn't dare interfere recklessly in a duel between top fighters.
Lin Xuan watched with keen interest. The woman's martial arts were indeed impressive; she was one of the finest of the younger generation.
Seeing her at a disadvantage and close to defeat, Lin Xuan didn't hesitate any longer. He shot out from behind the wall like lightning. Instead of joining the fight between the monk and the woman, he darted toward the two stunned Mongolian spies!
"Who?!" The monk and the woman cried out in surprise at the same time, both turning to look at Lin Xuan. The sudden arrival of a third party had caught them completely off guard.
Lin Xuan seized every second. His left palm flashed forward, its force fierce, striking toward the nearer Mongolian spy.
The spy was no weak fighter. He managed to raise his curved saber in a desperate attempt to block the blow. But Lin Xuan's mighty palm force slammed into it, shattering the finely forged steel blade into pieces that flew in every direction.
The spy's body jolted as if struck by lightning. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he flew backward and crashed hard into the ruined stone wall of the ancient temple. He lay there, his fate uncertain.
Lin Xuan's momentum didn't slacken. His figure flickered like a ghost and appeared