After Li Bufan sheathed his saber, his gaze passed through the fading Rune light between the arenas and settled on another arena where a fierce clash was still underway.
At the center of that arena, Lin Zhiyan darted back and forth like an icy-blue streak borne upon the wind. Every swing of the Ice Ling Sword left a slender icy-blue arc in the air, like frozen moonlight, slicing fine cracks through the surrounding air.
Her opponent was a female disciple from Lingshui Pavilion, likewise skilled in swordsmanship. Her sword momentum flowed without end, forming a fierce and sustained standoff against Lin Zhiyan's Sword Intent.
The two streams of sword light continuously crossed and collided at the center of the arena, like two storms chasing and tearing into each other, shrouding the entire arena in cold, razor-sharp radiance.
Amid that tide-like sword light, Lin Zhiyan's sword momentum appeared especially composed. Every thrust and withdrawal of her sword carried a calculated precision.
After receiving the complete inheritance of Icicle Seven Killings, her methods had become far more varied, and her combat strength had soared as well.
The principles contained within Icicle Seven Killings were written out through her own swordsmanship.
After the battle continued for some time, Lin Zhiyan seized a flaw in her opponent's sword momentum during a change of moves. In that instant, the Ice Ling Sword shot straight out, its tip stopping precisely before the Lingshui Pavilion disciple's chest.
The Lingshui Pavilion disciple's sword momentum came to an abrupt halt. She lowered her head and glanced at the icy-blue blade suspended before her chest. After a moment of silence, she let out a soft sigh and slowly lowered the longsword in her hand. "I lost."
The instant Lin Zhiyan heard those words, her wrist flicked lightly, withdrawing the Ice