Feng Jiaojiao's fighting style was exceedingly unusual. Her whole body moved as though she were dancing. No, she actually was dancing. Her movements were exquisite, but the more beautiful the dance, the sharper the murderous intent concealed within it.
Facing these attacks, Huo Hai never took the initiative. He also believed that if he did, his reputation in the Divine Mystery Sect would probably plummet, though it was already terrible. Not wanting to further provoke these fellows overflowing with hormones, Huo Hai simply stood his ground and defended.
His sword moved lightly in his hand, and Huo Hai never even left his spot. He merely shattered her musical-note attacks one after another. Ordinary disciples could not discern anything unusual about this.
Their eyes were utterly captivated by Feng Jiaojiao's enchanting dance. Her movements possessed a peculiar rhythm. Although she moved extremely quickly, somehow they could still see every motion clearly.
As the battle continued, a strange feeling welled up in Huo Hai's heart. He suddenly realized that he could not tell what kind of Spirit Master Feng Jiaojiao was. A Battle Spirit Master? Her weapon had never once attacked him directly. Moreover, her sonic attacks displayed such flexible control of spiritual power that they resembled spells.
But if she was a Spell Spirit Master, her movements were simply too fast. Aside from an exception like himself, Huo Hai knew of no Spell Spirit Master who could move at such speed.
Or perhaps this was an unusual Battle Spirit Art. Still, Huo Hai could not understand how it could produce such a peculiar form of combat prowess. What he could not deny was that Feng Jiaojiao's strength already far surpassed that of most experts at the peak Spirit General Realm.
"Greenleaf Flute Dance! This is the Greenleaf Flute Dance!" Suddenly, a