Heart One stared at Xiaoyao before her in utter disbelief.
How was this possible?
The one before her was merely a clone—a mere clone! Why was he so powerful?
He was even on par with that person's true body.
This had to be fake, right?
No one cared about her shock. The sword qi fell all the same.
The terrifying sword qi blasted her straight into the ground, sending vast clouds of dust billowing up.
As for whether Heart One was dead or alive, no one knew.
"Great River Sword Qi, strike again."
As the saying went, strike while he was down and take his life. Xiaoyao carried out this principle to the letter.
He raised the Long Sword in his hand and slashed down once more.
Terrifying sword qi swept through the ruins below again.
When the sword qi descended, the ground that had already become ruins was reduced even more thoroughly.
Xiaoyao held his Long Sword and stepped through the air, walking toward the ruins step by step.
Kuang Feng howled, and his robes danced wildly in the gale.
He simply carried his Long Sword and walked downward one step at a time.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Suddenly, several piercing sounds rang out. Dozens of dense streaks of sword qi came hurtling toward him head-on.
"Break."
Xiaoyao smiled faintly, then extended his fair, slender left hand. With a gentle press of his fingers, the sword qi before him instantly shattered into fragments.
These three had been heavily wounded by Ye Lin alone, and they had just taken two of his sword strikes head-on.
Her resistance now was so feeble and powerless.
"Strike again."
Once he had pinpointed Heart One's position, Xiaoyao did not hesitate in the slightest and slashed down again.
The sword qi flew into the dust and