Xie Chan's gaze turned cold. She wasted no words.
With a light tap of her fingertips, countless streams of Spiritual Qi surged out, condensing into three streaks of sword light that wheeled and danced twenty feet around her.
This was Hanging Sword Mountain's Flying Sword Technique, the Illusory Light, Passing Shadow Sword Art.
Yet Xie Chan's Swordsmanship differed somewhat from that of ordinary Hanging Sword Mountain disciples.
Her left hand formed hand seals and pointed from afar, directing Sword Qi, while her right gripped her flying sword as she charged at Qin Zhifeng.
"A paltry trick."
Qin Zhifeng sneered, taking Xie Chan for a little girl who could not even use Swordsmanship properly.
What tricks could she possibly pull by holding a flying sword and fighting at close quarters?
Spiritual light stirred at his fingertips, and a pitch-black Ghost-Head Saber swept up a bloody wind, cleaving straight at Xie Chan.
Clang-
Hm?
Qin Zhifeng gave a quiet sound of surprise. Though his saber had only briefly met Xie Chan's flying sword, an unbroken succession of tremors traveled through its blade.
Dispelling the lingering force consumed a fair amount of his Spiritual Power.
What startled him even more was how graceful and nimble Xie Chan's movements were. The Law Techniques cast by the other two cultivators could not even touch the hem of her clothes.
Her figure darted forward like a swift piercing the clouds.
She flitted like a phantom between flames and ice spikes. The two Qi Refining Eighth Layer cultivators beside her seemed never to have fought another cultivator at close quarters either. They panicked briefly, but soon put some distance between themselves and her.
Xie Chan came from the Xie Household of Nan Hong. Those of her grandfather Xie Xing's branch were all swordsmen who roamed the martial