(I want to change every instance of the name Guodong to "Passing Winter," because I think that name looks better and suits her better...)
The Man in Black's expression shifted slightly.
He had not expected Zhao Layue to have actually attained an acquired sword body!
At that moment, he understood Zhao Layue's thinking.
Upon entering the Daoist temple and discovering something wrong, she had immediately summoned the Unthought Sword and used that somewhat peculiar sword move to protect herself. This had been a show of weakness.
When her sword essence could barely sustain her, she had deliberately severed her connection with the Unthought Sword, letting it fly far away to send a warning. This, too, had been a show of weakness.
Only at the most critical moment had she used her hands, revealing the true might of her sword body.
Even if she could not catch him off guard and wound him, she could still buy herself more time.
As long as she could hold on a little longer, she might last until her fellow disciples came to her aid.
"Worthy indeed of Zhao Layue, a born fighter. Unfortunately, there isn't enough time. You still have to die."
The Man in Black's gaze passed through their blood-dripping fists and fell on her face, growing colder still.
He had thought he had taken this matter seriously enough, yet he had still underestimated her.
Now it seemed he could no longer hold anything back, even if it might leave clues afterward and bring him a great deal of trouble.
Countless rays of light spilled out between the fingers of his fists.
The light was lustrous white and gentle, the purest radiance of a treasure.
Who knew just what sort of Law Treasure he held in his hands?
Rip!
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