The two sisters ventured deep into the mist, one in the open and one in the shadows, one concealed and one revealed, subtly enclosing Jiang Yang between them.
Clang!
Jiang Yang's spiritual senses were exceptionally keen. Before the baleful blade came within three inches of his body, he raised his sword and shattered it.
"One Qi Faces the Sun!"
Ever since he began practicing a fifth-grade cultivation method, Jiang Yang could produce sword rays at will, and their quality was far from low.
Accompanied by a swift, rumbling roar, a cold gleam arrived in the blink of an eye, churning a sizable hollow through the baleful mist.
Qin Dingying stood directly across that hollow. She barely reacted to the sword ray in time, narrowly managing to direct her dagger to block before her, but its tremendous force still sent her staggering backward.
Her delicate brows knitted on her cool, aloof face. That single movement revealed all her fragile beauty, stirring an instinctive desire to protect her.
When one strike failed, Jiang Yang followed with another. He ignored Qin Dingyi lurking in the shadows. With not a trace of tenderness for a beauty in his heart, he simply seized upon one opponent and pursued her relentlessly.
Strands of sword qi surrounded Qin Dingying like a net. The sharp aura pressing in from every direction stung her skin, leaving her scrambling to defend herself, stretched thin on every side.
A blur of sword qi swept past, and a severed lock of hair drifted down. Even with cold qi chilling and calming her mind, cold sweat still broke out on her forehead.
A prolonged defense was bound to falter. Taking advantage of her elder sister Qin Dingyi's efforts to harry Jiang Yang, she brought her hands together, formed a seal, and chanted:
**"Pure