Skirk twirled her sword and stepped back with a purple boot as dazzling as the stars. A few droplets splashed from the sea, and her figure vanished from the spot.
In Li Qiuzhi's eyes, Skirk charged straight toward him, seemingly intending to start with a simple probe.
Before his thoughts could race any further, Skirk appeared before him.
Some strange power clung to her dark blue blade. Its outward appearance resembled her high-heeled boots, both looking like a purple starry sky.
Under the influence of this power, the space around Skirk's sword twisted irregularly.
Without a way to counter it, an ordinary person's body would have been torn to pieces by the distorted space before the blade even touched them.
Naturally, this was no problem for Li Qiuzhi.
The hardness of the Hard-Ice Lightfall Sword was tied to his own strength. No amount of spatial distortion could affect it in the slightest.
"Clang!"
Li Qiuzhi brought the Lightfall Sword up to meet the slash, and a tremendous sound rang out between the blades.
At that instant, Skirk lowered her center of gravity, spun, and kicked at his face!
Feeling the fierce wind pressing in from the side, Li Qiuzhi swiftly leaned back to dodge.
The sharp heel brushed past the tip of his nose, and the Sword Intent and Sword Energy contained within it erupted instantly. Li Qiuzhi's pupils contracted, and he slipped into space at incredible speed.
Through Spatial Traversal, he arrived in midair.
Looking down, he saw that Skirk had already withdrawn her foot. An unfathomably deep sword scar had appeared in the stretch of sea before her, right where Li Qiuzhi had just been.
She used her heels as swords. No wonder she had made them so sharp.
Had he not dodged quickly enough, one of the