Huang Xiao thrust a hand forward, trying to seize Zhao Xin'er's wrist and take the Precious Sword from her hand.
But to his surprise, Zhao Xin'er suddenly shifted her feet, her figure flitting unpredictably as she moved behind him in an instant. At the same time, the Precious Sword in her hand did not remain idle, thrusting toward his back from behind and to one side.
Huang Xiao wanted to turn and parry Zhao Xin'er's strike, but just then, Zhao Yunhui closed in with a thrust of her own, forcing him to face attacks from both front and rear.
He abruptly dropped into a crouch. Although he once again avoided both women's attacks, their sword moves changed accordingly, forcing him to rush forward several more steps.
Before Huang Xiao could catch his breath, the two women surrounded him again.
"This formation is rather troublesome." Huang Xiao frowned.
He now understood what made this sword art formidable. It was not entirely a sword art, but a combination of swordsmanship and formation.
The two women followed the formation with their steps, making their figures flit unpredictably and leaving him struggling to see where they would appear next.
Aside from their marvelous footwork, their sword moves were equally extraordinary. Every move linked into the next, and when they joined forces, they made up for each other's shortcomings, exchanging attacks back and forth, each woven into the other. The sheer variety of their changing sword moves left even Huang Xiao somewhat bewildered for a time.
This is bad. At fifty percent of my strength, I'm no match for them at all. I've let my boasting get out of hand, Huang Xiao thought with a bitter inward smile.
Earlier, in the inner room, he had already agreed with the two women that he would use