"Nothing but nonsense."
Yu Hua shouted coldly, and a three-foot flying sword abruptly appeared before her.
The flying sword carried neither heaven-shaking killing intent nor dazzling radiance. Like a phantom shadow, it shot straight toward Song Wen's face.
"Heh! A petty trick!"
With a light laugh, Song Wen's right hand transformed into a withered claw, dry as a dead branch, and reached for the flying sword.
Clang!
A sharp metallic ring exploded, immediately followed by a teeth-grating screech of friction.
Yu Hua's pupils suddenly contracted.
To her disbelief, her natal flying sword had actually been caught head-on by "Yinshuo" with nothing but his flesh and blood.
"Yinshuo's" five fingers clamped tightly around the blade, yet its incomparably sharp edge could not harm him in the slightest.
With a thought, Yu Hua tried to make the flying sword break free of "Yinshuo's" withered claw. Yet the sword trembled violently and let out repeated cries, like the wails of a trapped beast, utterly unable to escape.
"How can your physical body be so formidable?" Yu Hua's expression changed drastically.
Only after speaking did she realize that "Yinshuo" had not caught the flying sword with his withered hand alone. Between the sword and his hand lay a thin layer of withered yellow qi.
It was precisely that qi which had blocked the flying sword's sharp edge.
Yu Hua had no time to investigate further. With a wave of her hand, three more flying swords suddenly appeared.
Though these three flying swords could not compare to her natal sword, they were a set of mid-grade spirit treasures, sufficient to pierce an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator's protective spiritual radiance. Unless every part of "Yinshuo's" body was as indestructible as his withered hand, they would surely threaten his life.
The three flying swords shot respectively toward