Suddenly, with a sharp whistle, Zhang Jie nimbly twisted to the left, narrowly dodging an arrow flying straight at her.
At the same time, she swung the Glazed Sword in her left hand, sending a dazzling streak of sword light flashing across the sky like lightning.
Mu Jiming did not dare hesitate. He hurriedly waved the Mountains and Rivers Fan, unleashing a fierce attack that met hers head-on, and the two canceled each other out.
Just then, a graceful figure silently appeared behind Mu Jiming like a phantom.
Zhang Jie rose lightly onto her toes, then whipped one long, slender leg sideways with the force of an iron lash.
A fierce gust howled toward Mu Jiming's waist, carrying unparalleled power.
In that split second, Mu Jiming seemed to have anticipated her move. The Mountains and Rivers Painting in his hand rose upright, transforming into an impregnable shield as he tried to block the deadly blow.
A thunderous crash rang out as the Mountains and Rivers Painting collided with Zhang Jie's delicate foot, scattering countless sparks.
Even so, Mu Jiming could not fully withstand the terrifying impact. His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
He traced an arc through the air and slammed into the ground, sending dust billowing.
Zhang Jie did not pause for even a moment. She stamped hard against the ground and shot forward like lightning, refusing to let Mu Jiming escape.
In the blink of an eye, she caught up with Mu Jiming before he had landed. Both swords swept down together, their cold gleams crossing as they slashed at him with the crushing force of Mount Tai bearing down on an egg.
Sword light flashed and Sword Qi crisscrossed, as though it would tear the entire Martial Platform apart.
Mu