Amid the hum of a sword, a streak of sword light suddenly shot out like lightning from Senior Brother Le Xian's waist, flying straight toward Wang Liyao.
The sword light was like water; when it swept through the air, it was as gentle as an autumn wind brushing across a lake, yet its speed was astonishingly fast. In the blink of an eye, it had reached Wang Liyao.
A biting sword momentum erupted at once, accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing through the air.
The strands of hair by Wang Liyao's cheeks were stirred by the Sword Qi and instantly flew up.
At the sight, the disciples present from the Yuanshui Heavenly Lake lineage could not help crying out in alarm.
Everyone knew that Senior Brother Le Xian's sword, the "Linshui Sword," was a Mid-Grade Spirit Artifact with extraordinary power. None of them had expected that Senior Brother Le Xian would directly use the Mid-Grade Spirit Sword he relied upon as soon as he made a move!
This little girl was probably in danger now!
Wang Liyao, however, gave a cold snort, showing not the slightest panic.
Her figure swayed, and she slid away lightly like a pool of flowing water.
Beneath the sunlight, the tips of her feet tapped lightly, and her figure was as nimble as a flying stream and cascading waterfall, graceful, lively, and delicate, without the slightest trace of mortal smoke and fire.
Flowing water left no shadow, and drifting catkins could not cling to it.
The flying spirit sword was so fast that it had almost surpassed the limits of what the naked eye could catch, yet it somehow failed to touch her at all, instead flying past her side by the breadth of a hair.
The whistling spirit sword continued without losing momentum