"Still hiding your face?" She sprang close and spoke coldly as she stared at the hood before her. Amid the surging sword wind, a section of fair chin had already been exposed.
The young girl raised her sword. Jade light leaped, flicking back the hood of the person before her.
Black hair flew.
Behind those countless silken strands, the girl beneath the hood had elegant brows and fine eyes, her pink lips pressed tightly together. She held the Lost Jade Sword across her front, panting as she looked at her.
Li Piaoqing froze.
Only when her opponent's next merciless flash of sword light stabbed toward her did Li Piaoqing react.
-Of course her own Heart Poison would look like her.
The Lost Jade Sword met it again.
Two identical people, two identical swords, two identical sword arts. Their sword shadows danced back and forth.
This battle was truly difficult.
Though Li Piaoqing held the upper hand throughout, her opponent was astonishingly tenacious. The blade left bloody marks on her again and again, yet she always managed to return an equally agonizing wound.
Because each knew the other inside out, the battle was brutal beyond description.
At last, after another clash of swords, Li Piaoqing finally drove her blade through the black-robed girl's torso, pinning her firmly to the wall.
Li Piaoqing herself was also nearly at her limit. Her swordsmanship clearly surpassed her opponent's by far, yet victory had still come with such difficulty. By now, she had abandoned the ease she had felt upon first entering this realm. The journey had left her exhausted in body and mind.
But thankfully, everything was over. Her surroundings began sinking into darkness, and Li Piaoqing weakly breathed a sigh of relief.
But why did this face look so much older than mine?