At that moment, two blazing flames of fighting spirit began to burn within her spiritual vision.
Controlled with perfect ease, killing without a sound.
These two were masters among masters.
Lu Qingxue's aura began to settle and condense, yet within her clear, watery eyes rose a fighting spirit of utmost coldness.
The Sword Heart should follow one's true intentions and press forward without hesitation.
The longbow rested across her back.
Lu Qingxue drew the Stacked Snow Sword and held it before her.
As her jade-white hand slowly pulled it free, a dazzling sword light soared into the air in an instant.
At that moment, Lu Qingxue had nothing else in her heart. There was neither sorrow nor joy in her eyes.
In her cultivation, only the calmest heart could witness the most supreme strength.
Thus, she had encountered no bottlenecks on the path of swordsmanship, reaching the pinnacle at such a young age.
On the path of the sword, one should grow stronger when facing the strong.
So this time, carrying peerless sharpness, Lu Qingxue actually launched the counterattack first.
At this moment, the Flame of Fighting Spirit roared across her body.
From an icy beauty to a swordmaster whose sharpness could not be looked upon directly, the shift between stillness and motion took no more than an instant.
Red Snake and Dark Snake exchanged a glance.
The two drew their combat knives at the same time. One moved left and the other right, their bodies leaning forward as their steps crossed like phantoms while they advanced like ghosts.
When facing a powerful enemy, one could not afford distraction.
Seeing this, Lorenzo smiled faintly and slowly retreated, slipping back into the jungle.
He was still more accustomed to the darkness...
The rustling wind began to sound through the jungle.
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