A sharp, piercing shriek drove all subsequent words right back down. At the curse sword conch in his hand, deep-blue electric sparks burst forth in an instant, engulfing the man within and jarring him until his whole body shook uncontrollably. He had no choice but to let go and drop the conch into the dust.
Just as he thought! Yu Ci felt a sliver of surprise, but even more of sudden understanding. Just a moment earlier he had felt that the position of the curse sword conch was somewhat different from when that leader had thrown it down, and his hand had instinctively eased up. Fortunately he had done so, otherwise the one whose hair was currently standing on end from the sting of the electric light would have been someone else instead.
That being the case, the female cultivator... With a loud bang, the newcomer lashed out in a vent of frustration, kicking the curse sword conch a full ten zhang away. Seeing this, Yu Ci woke with a start. Wasting no time, he seized the opportunity to fly backward, and in just two breaths, he was already a thousand feet away.
Anyone who would not grow furious at such a time was certainly no real man. That man turned livid with rage: "Ambushing me? Don't blame Xiao Fuyun for ignoring righteousness!"
Amidst a furious roar, without even taking a stance, sword Qi crisscrossed the empty air. Yu Ci sensed that his opponent's sword Qi was quite bizarre. Every sword formed a ring, spinning at high speed, while a layer of intense corrosive force aggregated inward. As these rings clashed against one another, they gave rise to endless changes. If one were truly cut and ensnared by the high-speed spinning sword rings, one's limbs would be hacked to pieces!