With a deafening boom, Zhong Kui Jingyi's hands went numb around her spear, and the blood and qi in her chest churned. Her Lifebound Spear nearly flew from her grasp, but she managed to knock the arrow off course.
At the same time, Qiao Ciguang made her move. A freshly snapped flower branch appeared in her hand. It was about a foot long, its brown stem dotted with white buds. Countless runes flickered across it, breathing like a living thing.
This was her Lifebound Magical Treasure, the Myriad Profound Branch!
She pointed with her slender hand. Countless white buds fell like snow swirling down from the heavens. The instant they left the branch, they turned into frost-colored crescent blades. Like scattered moonlight, they tore through the sky in strange, curving arcs and slashed toward the oncoming arrows.
Clang, clang, clang...
A dense clatter of metal rang out as the frost blades struck the arrows one after another. The arrows slowed considerably, but still continued forward.
Qiao Ciguang formed a spell with her fingers. The entire branch abruptly transformed into a chilling flying sword. Before its shrill whistle had even faded, it slammed into the arrows, whose momentum had yet to run out.
Ding!!!
A piercing impact rang out, and the arrows were finally knocked off course. They plunged into a nearby courtyard wall, and in an instant, reduced the wall and the spacious courtyard behind it to rubble.
As the dust billowed, Qiao Ciguang's spiritual power faltered, and her blood and qi surged like the tide. She reached out and beckoned to the sky. The flying sword turned back into a flower branch and appeared in her palm.
But the branch no longer looked fresh and tender. It seemed to have been plucked days ago, its vitality already waning. The