1863 Right Here (2/2)
When the second man shouted, the third man was alerted. He hurriedly waved his long sword and made some thundering attacks, shouting at the sword light.
When his sword light shined, a slim body showed up. It was a lady.
That was the owner of the cold sword light!
Jun Yinglian.
She didn't move away when the third man made a thundering sword attack. She moved her sword up to block the attack.
- Pang! -
That was a hard crash. The man was hit away over a hundred feet. He was astonished. 'Who is this woman? Where does she come from? Why is she so powerful? I am at the second level of the Undead Stage! That was my full-power attack! How did she do it?'
'No. She blocked me easily!'
With a cracking sound, his sword broke. The blade dropped to the floor. Jun Yinglian followed up and made a palm hit.
The man shouted and made a palm hit too.
- Crack! -
The two palm hits crashed, but it only made a small sound. It wasn't as expected.
The next moment, the man completely lost feelings on his hand. An ice line started to crawl fast from his wrist to his shoulder! His arm became ice!
No matter how he operated his spiritual energy to resist the ice power, it didn't work.
The ice line moved around. The man was still in the sky, but he had become an ice sculpture. The next moment, the sculpture exploded into pieces!
He smiled bitterly before he was gone. The smile was full of confusion!
'She is so powerful. She didn't need to make such sneak attacks. She could beat us up easily in a fair trial. Why did she do this?'
'We deserve to lose, but I… I don't understand!'
Nobody heard him. Before he exploded, Jun Yinglian had disappeared in the heavy snow.
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The men of the Dark Hall kept chasing after Ye Xiao into the heavy snow. They had gone too far. The sword lights glittered here and there and then disappeared.
They wouldn't stop chasing. Even though the sword light had gone, they didn't stop.
However, they suddenly heard somebody shouting behind them.
They were far away from where they came from. The shout wasn't clear but as high-level cultivators, they heard it. They knew that whoever made the shout must have died.
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