"You little bastard, I'll kill you!"
The nun who led the Western Mahayana Sect had her hair whipping wildly about her. Her Snake Sword was vicious and deadly; as she wielded it, only the rustle of sword wind could be heard. Beneath the moon, the three-foot blade seemed to become a darting silver snake, breaking through Feng Xiong's and Zhang Weiyi's sword moves in succession before closing on Yang Shuang's throat in an instant.
The woman had also seen that Lian Youming was concerned for everyone's safety, and this move was meant to distract him.
But Lian Youming did not budge. Holding his spear in his right hand, he extended his reach, sheltering everyone beside him beneath his spear shadows.
The nun's sword light drew near. Just as it seemed about to find its mark, a spear tip flashed toward her like a cold star.
She had thought it was merely a casual strike, but when the spear tip landed on the spine of her sword, she felt a terrifying force bearing down through the air, wielding something light as though it were heavy, suffocating her. The sword immediately bent inward into an arc, nearly snapping with a crack.
Feng Xiong wielded a heavy sword, following a style of broad, sweeping movements, and felt rather constrained and frustrated within this formation. But when he saw Lian Youming's spear strike the nun and slow her movements as well, he laughed aloud, flipped swiftly where he stood, and dragged his heavy sword around along the ground, its edge rising to slash at her feet.
Zhang Weiyi did not miss the opportunity either. Bending his arm, he thrust out his palm. A thunderous crack rang from his left palm as he drove it toward her waist and abdomen.
The nun had assumed she