"Since that's the case, then I'll kill Lei Yue and see who you can still go with!"
As she spoke, Che Jing raised a hand and grasped at the air. A three-foot azure sword suddenly appeared in her palm.
With a movement of her feet, Che Jing became a blur and charged forward, the longsword in her hand pointed straight at Song Wen's chest.
The distance between Che Jing and Song Wen was no more than two or three zhang.
Facing the blade so close at hand, gleaming with an eerie chill, Song Wen did not move back even half a step.
He suddenly raised his right hand, curling his fingers into a claw. Lightning flared between them as he met the thrusting sword.
The instant the lightning and sword light collided, the sharpness in Che Jing's eyes vanished, replaced by utter horror.
She felt as though the sword piercing that mass of lightning had struck a wall of bronze and iron. It could not advance even half an inch.
Just then.
The lightning coiling around Song Wen's hand shot forth a silver serpent that slithered along the sword toward Che Jing's sword-wielding hand.
Che Jing instinctively tried to pull back, but when she exerted force with her arm, the sword encircled by the silver serpent did not budge in the slightest.
Her horror deepened, and she prepared to abandon the sword and retreat.
However, it was already too late.
The silver serpent had already spread to her.
Like a venomous snake pouncing on its prey, the silver lightning burst from the hilt and struck Che Jing squarely in the chest in an instant.
Che Jing was immediately sent flying.
After flying backward several dozen zhang, Che Jing smashed through several trees in the garden and plowed a long furrow