On the other side, Sima seized the opening to break through the longsword that had momentarily slipped from her control, and another keen sword light came at her back. The woman sent the spear tip in her hand toward his sweeping sleeve, and the still sea of fire suddenly surged in fury and swallowed him. Turning, Ming Qitian calmly caught her sword hilt, but did not take the opportunity to thrust again.
She held her sword behind her with one hand and formed a seal before her with the other. In this instant without interference, she quietly watched the scene before her.
The feudal lords used people as swords, and at this moment, Yi Duanzhi's sheer strength and valor were the keenest of blades.
Under the command of [Feudal Lords' Sword], Yi Duanzhi merely twisted his wrist, and the overbearing spear intent broke off. He did not even appear to be under any strain.
Ming Qitian continued to watch.
The man's strength and imposing presence were alarming, but he was too pure. Silent from beginning to end, without even a "human" look in his eyes, he seemed to have erupted with boundless killing intent from his deepest depths the moment he saw her. Those golden pupils and dark blue scales perhaps indicated something.
Nor had Sima suffered any damage. The instant the sea of fire swallowed him, he became something far more numerous than that sea-his figure transformed into dozens, nearly a hundred silhouettes in an instant.
Only, each face wore a different play mask.
"Elephant Man Scripture" · [Who Pities This Face]
All these changes happened within moments. On the other side, Yi Duanzhi's cold, crazed eyes had already locked onto Ming Qitian again, and his spear tip raised a dazzling, heart-chilling crimson.
So close at hand, Ming Qitian's