Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly chuckled. The upper half of her originally straight sword suddenly bent toward Pang Ji.
Startled, Pang Ji had no choice but to retreat, dodging the flexible sword's redirected strike.
Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly pushed off the ground and immediately charged after him, flexible sword in hand.
Pang Ji's Imitation Saber was incomparably fierce, while the sword in Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly's hand looked as thin as a cicada's wing, light and delicate.
Yet she often met Pang Ji's Imitation Saber directly with her sword, and its blade suffered not the slightest damage.
Clearly, it too was a divine weapon.
In Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly's hand, the Crimson Flexible Sword could be rigid or supple, as though one person were wielding two swords at once, leaving Pang Ji struggling to defend against it.
Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly flicked her flexible sword. Like a whip, it rippled in waves and coiled toward Pang Ji.
Pang Ji held his saber across his body, and fierce saber qi slashed into the sword's blade.
The sword did not recoil. Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly released a surge of force from her hand into it, and the blade instantly straightened, turning from supple to rigid as sword qi swept in all directions.
Pang Ji knew that Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly's weapon was a flexible sword. That had been no secret ten thousand years ago, and he had learned it from the records.
He also knew that Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly was a swordsmanship master, but only now, when she wielded her sword, did he understand how terrifying she was.
Her swordsmanship was of an entirely different kind from Leng Guhan's and the others'. Her moves changed unpredictably, alternating between rigidity and suppleness, and the same move could unleash different power.
The transitions between rigidity and suppleness, and the way they complemented