She had no flashy techniques, nor any further moves. She still unleashed every ounce of strength in her sinews and bones. Even blood-soaked and wounded, she delivered a [Waist Slash] without the slightest loss of force!
Yet Shang Huaitong merely watched her expressionlessly. After only a brief pause, he continued murmuring the thought in his mind: "Seventh Form."
His longsword suddenly sprang upward.
It was before this strike that many people suddenly realized the man... seemed to have been using his "Weed-Pulling Chapter" without a moment's pause all along.
Not even its sequence had been disrupted.
He would rather take a loss than leave [Three Fires Conceal Life] unfinished.
Whether Zhang Junxue attacked or defended, whether her momentum was strong or weak, he had kept advancing through his sword forms like this, driving Zhang Junxue into a brutal predicament along the way.
In his eyes, the woman seemed no more than a wooden dummy for him to strike, a tool for joining together this Intent Sword.
Precisely because she was there, the blocked path ahead of the Nether Growth Sword had been exposed. That was exactly why the man had waited, searching for a blade of resilient grass.
-If you don't hold this wound open for me, how can I stitch it together?
Now, of course, it was still the same.
The seventh move of the "Weed-Pulling Chapter," [Seven Fires, Life Unbound].
Without any surprise, Zhang Junxue's heavy saber was swept aside like withered wood and rotten timber before this form, carrying her arm through an uncontrolled circle.
At the same time, her already utterly wounded and exhausted body suffered another heavy blow.
Every move of the "Weed-Pulling Chapter" was a violent, unyielding offensive sword strike. At this point, it had reached its peak.
Her saber was knocked aside, leaving