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Su Ningxia's expression turned stern. With a slight twist of her slender waist and a turn of her delicate wrist, she drew a Willow-Leaf Straight Saber.
The blade swept and curled like rosy clouds unfurling across the heavens, breathtakingly beautiful yet concealing deadly intent. It was the Fifth Form of Mist Breathing, Sea of Rosy Clouds.
A skyful of saber light wove into a dense net, surging toward the spear shadows that resembled blood-colored pythons.
The instant saber and spear collided, a series of crisp, ringing clashes erupted, making everyone's eardrums ache.
Amid the swirling mist, the shock waves tossed the girl's dark hair into a flowing waterfall, its lustrous strands gleaming enchantingly in the sunlight.
Like Xiao Yi's Zhaojun Sword, this saber was approved equipment that had been properly registered.
The saber's cutting energy shredded the blood-red spear light into scattered fragments of jade, then continued through the sky without losing momentum. The final stroke cleaved straight toward Yang Yanyu's face like a meteor chasing the moon.
At the sight, roaring black flames rose from Yang Yanyu's spearhead. The Soul Breaking Spear struck the willow-leaf saber with a thunderous clash like dragons roaring and tigers howling.
His third soul ring flared brilliantly. The Explosion formula detonated with a boom, scattering into countless cold stars that swept over Su Ningxia.
The powerful blast forced Su Ningxia back in a succession of stumbling steps. Her battle shoes scraped seven deep frost marks into the blue bricks.
Just then, gilded cloud light surged from the ground three meters away, instantly condensing into a wall of flowing clouds that barely blocked the splashing fragments of flame.
This was Su Ningxia's defensive soul skill, Yellow Clouds Golden Radiance.
Yet Yang Yanyu had already seized that opening to close in.