Chapter 448 (1/2)

There was no need for any more words. Su Xing's legs suddenly exerted strength.

The frozen ground instantly erupted. A powerful force made the sheet of ice shatter, sending ice shards flying. In the icy mist filling the sky, Su Xing's silhouette was just like a sharp sword tearing space apart. At the same time, twenty-four Flying Swords whistled out, carving twisting bolts of gold and green lights.

Su Xing instantly went full force. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the woman. His body leaned, and he struck full power with a fist brimming with the Monster Strength Innate Skill of Lu Shaqing.

On his fist was a whirling golden lotus. It appeared surprisingly like a twisting tornado, the scream of ripping air about to tear eardrums.

”Meditative Mind Lotus Flower?! You cannot be this surprising…”

The woman in the night gently chuckled. She grunted, and her body floated. In an instant, she unexpectedly retreated several zhang, with a pace like when Su Xing used the Chaotic Tail Escape. He completely was unable to see how his opponent moved. This footwork was somewhat profound.

Su Xing's fist merely struck the air futilely.

An embarrassing punch.

”You have declined Your Humble Servant's good intentions. Then properly enjoy being tormented to the end.”

The monster from who knows where announced. She merely hid, and then she blended into the night afterwards. Her presence had completely vanished. Su Xing's Divine Intent released in search of her, but he was unable to detect even the slightest breath. He had thoroughly lost all traces of the opponent.

She couldn't be this far beyond reason?

Su Xing wrinkled his brow. He had Innate Skills that could contend against Star Generals, but this was the first time he had encountered this kind of situation. Was this woman an assassin?

A soft laugh was in the wind. Something whistled over.

”Laughing during a sneak attack really is a fatal mistake.”

Su Xing pointed, and his Flying Swords plunged. The masked woman once again disappeared.

Such swift speed, and to still have leeway in her speed even while carrying Chai Ling, what was going on? Where did this cheat pop out from?

He brainstormed. Su Xing could not be distracted, ”Hè.” Again, he made a horizontal sweep in passing. The masked woman was just like a phantom. Although Su Xing once again determined her direction, his opponent's speed already was incapable of being described with words.

Su Xing activated Light Smoke Dance Steps, his Flying Swords slashed about with all their might.

”Battle start.”

The masked woman seemingly ordered. Just like a dedicated teacher, she suddenly appeared right under Su Xing's ribs. One punch attacked, the attack speed far from being as fast as her movements. He wondered what she cultivated, for Su Xing was caught up in her battle rhythm. He could not help but hit back, and his speed inadvertently accelerated somewhat. The pair's extreme speed unfolded into a war.

The pair's silhouettes were practically obscured during combat. Only an indistinct shadow flitted about in the air.

Continuous booms endlessly exploded in the air. At random times, entangled shadows and wind would suddenly appear visible. A strange picture of death was drawn out of the dark night by a sort of inexplicable energy.

The Flying Swords seemed to lose their usefulness.

”Could your speed be any slower?”

A considerably bored voice, a pain in the ass evaluation for Su Xing.

The masked woman used only one hand to catch Su Xing's attack, ”Could you be a bit faster?” Su Xing smiled, tapping his thumb with his ring finger. A bean-sized frost-fire jumped out, gently snapping and falling on the masked woman's body.

Instant Frost Fire.

The masked woman clearly did not anticipate this. One arm was immediately frozen into frost. This Instant Snow was formidable, as expected, for just this bit to have such an effect. Su Xing did not hesitate. Pointing, the twenty-four Flying Swords suddenly descended.

”Are you trying to kill her?”

How could he have anticipated that the masked woman would surprisingly use Chai Ling as a shield.

Dammit.

Su Xing stopped to avoid friendly fire, switching to close combat. His hand flipped out the Thousand Year Divine Sword, and his left hand gripped Purple Thunder.

What would be perfect was for the sword to completely strike the target.

Yet it was an afterimage that broke.

The masked woman's sneer was colder than that frost-fire. Her palm chop descended, just like a crescent moon in the gloomy sky.

Too fast.