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Just as Heaven Dou's front line was forcibly driven back to its starting point by the tide of annihilation-
A cold star pierced the Flowing Wind clone's headlong speed without warning!
It was a sword!
Xiao Yi held two fingers of her left hand together like a halberd. A cold star flashed upon her index finger-Lesser Cold Sword!
Before the sword tip arrived, its frigid sword qi had already pierced straight into the soul, making the clone's racing trajectory falter for an instant.
The Flowing Wind clone instinctively twisted aside, but a shadow as chilling as a venomous serpent had already grazed its waist.
The Lesser Nether Sword was treacherous and unpredictable, its chill eating into the bones. In the instant that cold impeded the clone, a third gleam flashed at the tip of Xiao Yi's little finger.
The Lesser Hidden Sword was utterly soundless, so fast it left only a lingering trace.
Its icy edge skimmed the clone's cheek. Though it failed to strike a vital spot squarely, the chill alone made the energy-body clone dim considerably in an instant.
Xiao Yi did not move. Only three delicate fingers hung in the air, cold swirling around them like three miniature frost stars, piercing the sky.
The Flowing Wind clone recoiled dozens of meters as though in pain, then circled swiftly around Xiao Yi, seeking an opening to counterattack.
It was extraordinarily fast.
The lips beneath her purple veil parted slightly, releasing two words: "Too noisy."
Her voice was quiet, yet it stabbed precisely toward that wheeling white silhouette in the air.
The Flowing Wind clone had just turned to evade several vine shadows below, slender as silk-branch tips that had silently extended from the ground,