Yet, at the instant Yan Hui's sword struck!
Ssh!
The void before him was sliced open as easily as tofu!
Not only that, even the space-time before the two of them was cleaved apart by an invisible streak of sword qi!
This streak of sword qi was as thin as a hair, yet sharp to the extreme. Even space itself had no time to react before it was forcibly cut open.
The embroidery needle in the Succubus's hand had, at this moment, actually gathered the power of time.
Before everyone's eyes, with an utterly impossible power, she instantly shattered Yan Hui's Devouring Sword Strike!
No one saw how that sword strike had been executed. To everyone's senses, time seemed to briefly come to a halt.
Then, in the next instant, Yan Hui's fierce sword strike broke apart and scattered just like that, like smoke blown away by the wind.
At this sight, Yan Hui's heart tightened. He was utterly shocked as well and did not dare to confront the edge of that sword head-on. He shot backward, retreating a hundred zhang!
His figure traced an arc through the air, moving at an astonishing speed. He had nearly completed his retreat the instant his attack was shattered.
Yet even so, his sleeve was grazed by that sword qi. A corner of it silently tore away and drifted down in the wind.
Whoosh!
At last, the Succubus swept down from the pavilion and pursued Yan Hui!
Her figure was as light as a swallow, yet as swift as a meteor. Every step she took in the void left behind a sword-qi imprint like an ice blossom.
Her white robes fluttered in the wind like a blooming white lotus.
Yet beneath that white lotus lay killing intent enough to claim a life.
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