Lu Qingxue's sword in her hand shimmered like rippling water, but every splash it made upon hitting the Stick Wind Blade Wheel was repelled.
At this moment, Mu Fan's hand was truly impenetrable.
Three steps later, the white figure flashed, her chest rising and falling slightly.
A blue-grey figure rushed forward like a swift wind and lowered his head to look at the ground!
The Stick Wind Blade Wheel in his hand slowly came to a halt.
A white fragment gently floated down from the air...
Lu Qingxue watched the fragment that had fallen to the ground without any expression—it was the trace just cut from her left sleeve.
She raised her arm to inspect her water-like sword.
The edge of the sword had already fractured in several places.
This was only the second move the two of them exchanged.
With a light flick of her fingers, a crisp snapping sound followed, and the damaged tip of the sword flew into a wooden weapon rack nearby.
"Your... strength is very powerful!"
