Her "Mist Swordsmanship" has beco even more exquisite, with sword flowers flickering like the unpredictable vapor drifting through the mountains.
"Veil of Mist," she unleashed this move, enclosing herself and Liu i’Er within a curtain of swords.
The sword shadows layered upon each other, akin to layers of mist, obscuring reality from illusion.
Yili’s gaze was steadfast and rciless as she scrutinized Liu i’Er’s every move within the sword curtain, searching for a flaw.
"Ting-ting-ting!" The scorpion tail hook clashed continuously with the Cyan Blade, sparking tiny flas.
Liu i’Er was secretly astonished, never expecting Yili’s swordsmanship to be so exceptional, rendering her poisonous moves ineffective.
Yili’s swordsmanship was not only fierce but each strike carried substantial inner power, numbing Liu i’Er’s arm with its force.
Seizing the mont, her sword move suddenly changed; "Dispersing Mist," a fierce Sword Qi shot from the blade, aiming straight for Liu i’Er’s throat.
Liu i’Er was unable to dodge and could only use the scorpion tail hook to block.
"Crunch!" The scorpion tail hook was severed by the powerful Sword Qi.
Yili took advantage, thrusting her sword into Liu i’Er’s chest.
Liu i’Er’s eyes widened, spitting out a mouthful of blood as she slowly fell.
Yili watched Liu i’Er’s fallen figure with disdain and said, "With just this skill, you dare to challenge ? Truly overestimating yourself."
A master from the "Vajra Sect," the Iron Arhat Shikong, strode forward. He had a towering build, his muscles bulging like a Vajra Arhat.
He wore a brown monk robe and held a thick ditation staff studded with sharp iron nails, glinting coldly.
"Female benefactor, your slaughter is too excessive; today this old monk will enforce justice on behalf of heaven." Shikong’s deep voice bood like a bell.
Yili sneered disdainfully, her eyes full of mockery, "Just a fake monk like you? Talk of enforcing justice on behalf of heaven? You’re just here to et your death."
Shikong roared in anger, swung his ditation staff, and used the move "Vajra’s Fierce Glare," the staff carrying the force of a thousand weights, crashing toward Yili.
The air seed to tear apart where the staff passed, emitting a sharp whistling.
Yili sidestepped, avoiding the blow, and the staff struck the ground, sending dust flying and making a large pit.
Looking at the pit, Yili chuckled coldly, "With just this strength, it’s not enough to see."
Yili spun around, her sword like a swift wind, "Shuttling Through Clouds," her moves flowed like water, striking Shikong.
Her blade glead coldly, like a white lightning bolt, driving straight at Shikong.
Shikong wielded his ditation staff, protecting himself tightly, "clang-clang-clang!" The sword clashed with the staff, producing crisp sounds.
Each collision sparked dazzling lights, illuminating the surrounding darkness.
Shikong suddenly shouted, "Tathagata Divine Staff," the staff’s brilliance surged as if a Tathagata Buddha Statue appeared.
The staff carried a formidable montum as it struck at Yili again.
A trace of resoluteness flashed in Yili’s eyes; she infused inner strength into her sword, "Mist Sword Shades," countless sword shadows erged, clashing with the staff.
"Boom!" A giant explosion rattled the trees around them.
Branches snapped off, and countless leaves danced in the air.
Shikong staggered back a few steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Yili remained unscathed, sneering, "With such ager skills, you dare to co out and embarrass yourself. To , you so-called masters of the Vajra Sect are nothing." With that, she flashed forward, attacking Shikong again.
After a few moves, Yili found an opening, thrusting her sword into Shikong’s throat, and Shikong fell heavily.
Yili looked at Shikong’s corpse and spat disdainfully, "Pathetically feeble."
Phantom Hall’s Hall Master, Phantom Ghost Xiao Yifeng, appeared like a specter in his black night outfit.
In his hands were two short daggers, radiating an eerie glow.
"Yili, today is the day of your death." Xiao Yifeng’s voice was low and frigid, like a ssenger from hell.
Yili glanced at him with contempt, "And you think you can take my life? You’re not qualified."
Xiao Yifeng’s form flickered and vanished from his spot.
When he reappeared, he was behind Yili, his two daggers stabbing at her back like lightning.
Yili seed to have eyes on her back, pivoting to intercept the deadly strike with the Cyan Blade.
"Clang!" Sparks flew everywhere.
Xiao Yifeng’s attacks were swift and spectral, difficult to predict and parry.
Yet Yili remained unafraid, her gaze calm and focused, studying Xiao Yifeng’s every move.
His moves were elusive and varied, "Phantom Misdirection," as his figure flickered around Yili, creating confusion.
Yili gathered her composure, using her sharp senses to track Xiao Yifeng’s movents.
Her "Mist Swordsmanship" adapted with constancy, the sword curtain guarding her impeccably.
Every sword shadow contained formidable inner strength, like a sturdy shield against Xiao Yifeng’s attacks.
Suddenly, Yili spotted a flaw in Xiao Yifeng’s defense, "Mist Slash," unleashing a powerful Sword Qi.
Xiao Yifeng failed to avoid it, his arm struck by the Sword Qi, letting out a scream, nearly dropping his daggers.
Yili pressed the attack, delivering several fierce sword moves.
Gradually, Xiao Yifeng could no longer withstand, eventually pierced through the chest by Yili’s sword, collapsing to the ground.
Yili looked over Xiao Yifeng’s fallen body coldly and stated, "This is the fate of those who oppose ."
Covered in the blood of her enemies, Yili scanned her surroundings, remaining breathtakingly beautiful.
She laughed arrogantly, "Who else? Co all at once! Anyone who dares block will find only death!"
Her laughter echoed in the night sky, instilling fear but winning deep admiration for her unparalleled martial arts and flamboyant nature.
In the ever-shifting world of Martial Arts, Yili with her beauty, skills, and arrogance was scripting her own legend.
Amid the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang cast a covert glance at Yili, suddenly understanding: that night by Taihu Lake, when Yili faced Zhao Hu and his villains, her panic and defeat were re pretense; actually, by then Yili already knew I had arrived.
With Yili’s swordsmanship, there truly are few in the world of Martial Arts who could rival her.
It’s unimaginable, at such a young age, her inner power is so profound, her swordsmanship so advanced; could it be, like Liu Tingting, she belongs to the Cultivation Race?
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