This formidable Inner Power is attributed to the supre bloodline of Sunflower Saintess within Shi Feiyang.
The force stream through her veins, infusing each breath with imnse energy.
Qi izhen executed the Miao Saber technique "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Maneuvers," beginning with "Cold Blade Ice-breaking." She took a sudden step forward, wielding the saber imbued with chilling coldness, aiming to slash Fu Anxing’s long whip.
Fu Anxing noticed, a faint smirk curled at the corner of her mouth. Her wrist flicked, making the whip twist like a Spiritual Snake, deftly dodging Qi izhen’s strike, while the whip’s tip aid like a sharp dagger towards Qi izhen’s throat.
Qi izhen’s eyes grew steely, retreating swiftly to unleash "Whirlwind Sword," rapidly spinning the Miao Saber in her hand, creating a powerful whirlwind that diverted Fu Anxing’s whip.
The two exchanged blows; Fu Anxing’s Western Regions whip technique was eerie and unpredictable, sotis like a dragon erging at sea, other tis like a Spiritual Snake entwining around. anwhile, Qi izhen’s "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Maneuvers" Miao Saber technique was fiercely imposing, each strike carrying imnse force.
The clashes between whip and saber echoed crisply in the cold wind, reverberating constantly.
At tis, Fu Anxing’s whip would suddenly bend during attacks, striking Qi izhen from unanticipated angles, making defense exceptionally challenging; Qi izhen, using agile movent and exquisite saber technique, defused crises repeatedly while seeking weaknesses in Fu Anxing, prepping for a deadly counter.
Amid this intense battle, the ground around them cracked under the powerful Qi Force, with the cold wind howling fiercely into the crevices, emitting shrill cries.
In the howling winds of Yunng Marsh, not far away, Lan Xiaodie erged like a specter drifting from the depths of darkness, radiating a chilling yet srizing aura.
Being a woman from Miaojiang, she wore a snug blue gauzy long dress, the blue resembling the mysterious and deep waters of the ancient ponds in Miaojiang’s remote mountains.
The dress edge was embroidered with peculiar black patterns akin to mystical runes from ancient Miaojiang witchcraft, fluttering in the wind; each sway seed to narrate ancient and wicked tales, adding to her enigmatic exotic charm.
Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, adorned with ornants made of fishbone and colorful feathers, accompanying her movents with crisp sounds like the low hum of Gu insects in Miaojiang, appearing incongruous yet alluring amid the icy landscape.
Lan Xiaodie tightly gripped the Green Phosphorus Sword, its blade appearing soaked in Miaojiang’s Ten Thousand Gu poison for millennia, gleaming with an eerie green glow akin to ghostly flas; each inch of the blade saturated with lethal poison that would surge into the body like a fierce tide upon the slightest contact, leading to death amidst unbearable agony.
Her gaze bore a fierce determination, like a venomous snake lurking in darkness, fixating intently on Bai Zhi, fueled by a mix of old and new grudges.
Past grievances in Miaojiang surged within her like torrents, driving her to make Bai Zhi pay dearly today. At this mont, Lan Xiaodie launched a swift assault on Bai Zhi.
Her swordsmanship was bizarrely diverse, rooted in the mysterious sword sect of Miaojiang, blending the agility of Gu insects and the venomous nature of toxic creatures.
Each thrust of her sword shadowed multiple layers, resembling countless Gu insects dancing in the air, creating an overwhelming spectacle, difficult to defend against.
The first thrust, "Gu Image Piercing Heart," her figure flashed like blue lightning, the sword blade gleaming green, aiming directly at Bai Zhi’s heart, with such speed that response seed impossible.
Bai Zhi’s expression was as frosty as ice, her eyes vigilant, akin to a lone wolf perpetually wary of predators.
Clad in pale purple attire, the color reminiscent of Miaojiang’s morning mist shrouding the mountains, soft yet latent with power.
The attire was adorned with silver threads that shimred in the cold wind, as if illuminated by the glory of ancient Miaojiang totems.
She wielded a thorned silver staff, crafted from Miaojiang’s unique cold iron, its spikes gleaming with a chilling light, standing out amidst the snowy milieu. The spikes bore inscriptions of the ancient protective spells of Miaojiang, yet presently empowered with offensive force.
Confronting Lan Xiaodie’s lethal and fierce assault, Bai Zhi showed no fear.
From a young age, she honed her skills through trial in Miaojiang’s harsh environnt, mastering an exceptional staff technique.
At this mont, she swung the silver staff steadily and powerfully, with each move carrying imnse force.
In her hands, the silver staff danced like a nimble dragon, warding off each of Lan Xiaodie’s attacks.
Upon Lan Xiaodie’s Green Phosphorus Sword strike, Bai Zhi perford "Spiritual Snake Coiling Staff," rapidly spinning the silver staff like a Spiritual Snake to deftly deflect the Green Phosphorus Sword’s assault. The clash between the silver staff and the Green Phosphorus Sword echoed with crisp "clangs," sparking fireworks that shone coldly in the icy air. The scattered sparks, contrasted against the eerie sword light and the silver staff shadow, seed like bizarre fireworks flowering in the night sky, carrying deadly peril.
With the initial strike missed, Lan Xiaodie grew agitated, her swordplay increasingly vicious. She unleashed "Ten Thousand Gu Bone-Eroding Sword," the Green Phosphorus Sword swiftly maneuvering in the air, its shadows resembling a swarm of frenzied Gu insects, aiming at Bai Zhi’s vital points.
Bai Zhi countered with "Rock Warding Staff Technique," swiftly rotating the silver staff before her to form an impregnable defensive barrier, completely shielding against Lan Xiaodie’s attacks. Surrounding them, the ground cracked under the imnse Qi Force, with wisps of coldness seeping from the crevices, suggesting the imminent opening of the Gate of Hell.
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