Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!!!!
The countless icy sword-rays unleashed by the female sword cultivator were crushed and shattered one after another by the golden sword-rays. At last, the sword-rays collided with her three longswords...
Crash!!! Sword-rays swelled and erupted, sending rings of sword-ray storms blasting across a radius of several thousand zhang. The three longswords shuddered violently, and the three sword-intent figures wielding the sword-rays trembled with them and began to disintegrate...
The female sword cultivator went deathly pale. Her body shuddered, and she retreated several hundred zhang before steadying herself. With a point of her slender, jade-like finger, the three longswords spun through the air and transformed into brilliant sword intent. The sword-intent figures erupted once more, forming an even sharper expanse of icy sword intent that warped the air like ten-thousand-year-old frost crystals...
Yet Ye Han gave the Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand a sharp shake and put it away. Looking at the female sword cultivator, he said, "Stop, Fellow Daoist! I have no desire to kill a fairy as beautiful as you!"
As he spoke, he took the initiative to retreat several dozen zhang...
At those words, a trace of color rose into the female sword cultivator's pale face. She could not help crying out, "Fellow Daoist! You...!"
Still, Ye Han had actually called out the flaw in her swordsmanship just now...
Sword Twenty-Nine had said the same thing: solitary cold could not endure.
The reason was that, of the Yin-Yang Sword Sect's sword intent, she had cultivated only yin. Though she was also cultivating yang, it lagged far behind, so she had simply chosen to take the yin sword to its extreme...
Thus, when Ye Han called it out, she hesitated for an instant. To her surprise, that was enough for him to break