In the blink of an eye, Qing Yun darted forward, lightly tapped the ground with her right foot, and sprang into the air.
At the same time, the limp flexible sword in her hand straightened into a rigid rod, then shot straight toward Liu Jiaojiao like lightning.
Liu Jiaojiao hurriedly drew back her spear and retreated half a step, holding it across her body to block the strike.
Unexpectedly, however, the moment the rigid blade touched the spear, it became supple again, and its length began swaying from side to side.
Moreover, whenever its tip touched the spear, the sword used its powerful elasticity to coil around it, forcing Liu Jiaojiao to retreat several more steps before she could regain her footing.
Then, seizing that brief opening, Liu Jiaojiao abruptly twisted aside and counterattacked with her spear, successfully forcing Qing Yun back again and again.
After their exchange, Qing Yun knew perfectly well that if she insisted on meeting Liu Jiaojiao's spear head-on with her flexible sword, she would probably be the only one to suffer.
Thus, she decided to change tactics, darting rapidly from side to side to seek an opportunity to close in for a surprise attack.
Meanwhile, Liu Jiaojiao understood just as clearly that if she let her guard slip and allowed Qing Yun to exploit an opening and approach her, the formidable power of her spear would be greatly diminished.
Thus, Liu Jiaojiao kept sweeping her spear about, launching attacks like a raging wind and torrential rain.
Qing Yun refused to be outdone. She nimbly wove through the shadows of the spear, searching for a chance to close in on her opponent.
Yet whenever Qing Yun drew a little closer, Liu Jiaojiao swiftly swung her spear and drove her back with a fierce attack.
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