"Demon, accept your punishment! Sword, rise..."
Looking at the two women surrounded before him, the old Daoist showed not the slightest hint of pity. Forming a sword seal with his fingers, he controlled his immortal sword and sent it stabbing through the air at Hong Meiling.
"Not good!"
Facing the incoming immortal sword, Hong Meiling felt that she could not evade it at all. The sword had completely locked onto her. She could not escape and could only take it head-on.
Drawing a sharp breath, Hong Meiling immediately shoved Wu Qing'e beside her away.
Then, channeling her Sword Heart and following the fist technique Fu Hua had taught her... the Crimson Kite Fist, she met the immortal sword head-on.
Though she had the Xuanyuan Sword Fu Hua had given her, she did not use it. Compared to a sword... her true specialty was still her fists and feet.
Besides, fighting barehanded did not mean she was weaker than someone wielding a weapon. Especially since she was a demon; though she could not collapse a giant mountain with one punch like Fu Hua, she could still dismantle magical artifacts with her bare hands.
But... Hong Meiling realized that she had still underestimated the immortal sword before her. If it had been Fu Hua... she surely could have knocked it away with her bare fists, but Hong Meiling was still lacking by a little.
Just as her fist was about to touch the immortal sword, her instincts told her... she would die.
Hong Meiling was not reckless. She chose to trust her instincts, shifting both her fist and body slightly to the side.
"Whoosh... Boom!"
The immortal sword swept past, slicing straight through the ground and the room behind it.
"Ah!!"
She had dodged the vital blow in time, but... a heart-rending