Qing Chen turned his gaze toward Lin Bancheng and Lin Miaoyu, the sinister smile at the corner of his mouth deepening.
Lin Bancheng's Viper Finger was beginning to falter.
Amid the interwoven poisonous mist and sword light, the viper's phantom rapidly blurred.
Lin Bancheng himself was swaying on the verge of collapse, clearly almost a lamp with its oil exhausted.
"You villain! I'll fight you to the death!"
Just then, Lin Miaoyu cried out, her voice bursting like spring thunder.
Whether her courage was admirable or the blood had rushed to her head, she actually dared to attack a Foundation Establishment High Person.
Her figure was light as willow fluff drifting on the wind as she deployed her supreme-grade magical artifact, the Frost Sword, and attacked Qing Chen.
The blade radiated an oppressive chill, its flickering blue light stirring a bone-piercing cold that quietly stabbed at the heart.
"You really do resemble her, but you aren't her after all. And whoever it is, anyone who blocks my path must die."
Qing Chen activated a magic formula, sending one low-grade spirit artifact flying sword out from the three Dark Yin Swords to meet the Frost Sword like a roaming dragon surging from the sea.
Clang! Clang!
The ringing of swords was crisp and clear, yet erupted the instant they touched.
Upon colliding with the Dark Yin Flying Sword, the Frost Sword had been cleaved straight through!
The Dark Yin Flying Sword swept on like a blade splitting bamboo, its momentum undiminished after severing the Frost Sword.
Carrying a surge of sinister sword qi, it bore straight down on Lin Miaoyu.
Lin Miaoyu felt a chill penetrate her body. Alarm filled her heart, but she could not evade this fatal strike.
At this moment of life and death, Lin Bancheng's eyes nearly