Clang!
The bright gleam of sword light flashed by, and Nangong Yao's treasured sword was already unsheathed. In her eyes, there surged a chill that made one tremble, and upon the sword, a layer of purple aura welled up, carrying an intimidating coldness.
Nangong Yao clearly had no intention of holding back. As soon as she made a move, she activated her Xuanyin Body. She knew that to advance to the top eight, she had to defeat the masked woman before her. Anyone who had made it to this eighth round was a top-notch master. If she didn't activate her Xuanyin Body, she would have no advantage at all.
Almost simultaneously, Xue Qianling also drew her sword and dashed forward. Her first stroke was exceptionally stunning. Although she had not yet reached the realm of Human Sword Unity and Sword Heart Clarity, her swordsmanship had its own charm; after all, each person's Martial Arts was unique, and those who wielded swords did not necessarily walk the same Sword Dao.
