At the same time the longsword fell, an inconspicuous red mark appeared on the woman's wrist.
Clearly, that "whoosh" had not come from nowhere. Something had indeed sliced through the air and cut Liu Jin's wrist.
"Hehe, it seems that compared to your swordsmanship, my Heartbreak Silk is a little better!"
Having knocked away the longsword and injured her opponent, the purple-dressed woman's lips curled upward slightly as she looked smugly at the former.
At the same time, her hands moved again, and dense, faint sounds of air being torn continuously rang out around the woman in white.
If one looked carefully around Liu Jin, one would discover—
Countless fine threads were currently shooting toward her from all directions.
Of course, although Liu Jin had lost her longsword, she clearly had no intention of surrendering without a fight.
As the purple-dressed woman acted, Liu Jin flipped her jade-like hand and took out a yellow talisman.
However, the people fighting above the forest had no idea—
While they battled, a wooden ship several hundred zhang long was speeding through the pitch-black Void.
Lin Feng, who had left the Dou Qi Continent several months ago, was now crouching in the cabin with Xiao Ling and Little Nine, all three wearing troubled expressions as they stared at the Great Thousand Map laid out on the floor.
"Ah, Master, we've been flying for nearly three months and still haven't found the Hundred Source Continent. Are you actually capable or not?"
After watching for a long time, Xiao Ling suddenly rubbed her colorful hair with both hands in frustration, her face full of grievance.
A full three months had passed, yet they still had not found where the Hundred Source Continent was!
They had spent every day inside this tiny ship, only six or seven