Chapter 468

With many thoughts converging, the image of Lin Qingying practicing her sword during these days appeared in Li Hao's mind.

That figure with elegant posture danced and moved in his mind.

Li Hao's mind, however, calmed down completely, his eyes becoming focused and solemn.

The small flaws he had seen during those sword practice sessions now merged into his heart, and following his heart's intent, they gathered at the tip of his brush.

He ground the ink, lifted the brush, and dropped the ink onto the paper; a woman with a beautiful posture appeared on the white paper, dancing gracefully.

Her sword posture was like a god's, her eyes like a clear lake, her whole body containing the Supreme Soft Sword Path.

Under Li Hao's brush and ink, her sword intent became purer and softer, like a pool of clear water, and also like drifting rain threads.

The sword intent was like cotton, the sword edge like a thread, the posture like rippling waves; the offensive changes were formless, impossible to spy, and impossible to fathom! As the first painting ended, Li Hao used his power to take the drawing paper and suspend it in the air, followed by the second and third paintings.

Three consecutive paintings were all completed, taking a total of three hours.

With the completion of the three paintings, Li Hao's painting experience also increased by a total of 70,000, getting much closer to the 1,000,000 experience mark.

Returning from that state of being lost and intoxicated, Li Hao looked at the woman in the courtyard who was still sitting cross-legged and comprehending the sword, and suspended the three paintings in his hand before her, saying: "These are three paintings for you; you can take a look."

After speaking, he stood up, put away the drawing board and brush, and returned to his small courtyard.

Lin Qingying opened her eyes, looking at the three floating scrolls before her, her gaze landing on the first painting. When she saw the woman dancing on the white paper, she felt a shock in her heart.

When her gaze condensed on it, the woman before her seemed to descend from the painting into reality, dancing gracefully before her, her posture rounded, every sword strike and dance carrying a light and Supreme Soft aesthetic.

She suddenly vaguely remembered that she had also practiced like this before, but that was half a month ago.

And the posture she had practiced at that time seemed not as perfect as the one in this painting.

Lin Qingying was stunned, her thoughts led by the sword intent in the painting, immersed in it.

When the sword technique in the painting finished, Lin Qingying suddenly had a feeling of realization; she realized where her flaws were.

She felt a shock in her heart; the other party could actually see her sword intent flaws and draw them! And there were three of these paintings?

Lin Qingying's eyes moved, suppressing the urge to practice immediately, and continued to watch the second one.

The posture of dancing with the sword in the second painting was from a week ago.

Lin Qingying stared earnestly, and after a long time, she realized and absorbed it. Her expression became complex; this second painting also allowed her sword intent to be completed.

Her gaze landed on the third painting; besides her, there was a blurred figure. Lin Qingying recognized at a glance that this was the scene of her previous battle with the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son.

At this moment, that battle seemed to be reenacted before her eyes.

But this time, the woman in the painting struck with her sword extremely decisively; when the opponent exploded with the Heaven and Earth Dharma Image, she only struck with one sword, silent and nourishing, shattering his Dharma Image and defeating his true body!

Supreme Soft!

What is Supreme Soft? Soft like water, like air, soft to the point of being everywhere!

The sword intent is continuous, scattered in all things, and condensed from all things! Lin Qingying's eyes revealed a trance; in an instant, the blood in her whole body seemed to boil and burn, with an uncontrollable excitement.

This is the perfected Supreme Soft Sword Intent, the Great Completion Sword Intent! She turned her head to look rapidly, wanting to see Li Hao, but saw that the place where the other party often sat was empty.

Lin Qingying suddenly had an indescribable feeling in her heart, like time passing, impossible to capture.

This feeling made Lin Qingying lose her focus for a moment, but soon she spread her spiritual sense and detected that in Li Hao's small courtyard, the other party was sitting in the courtyard carving, as usual.

Lin Qingying's tense heartstrings quietly relaxed at this moment.

She stared deeply, and at this very moment, she had vaguely sensed that this Qingfeng she had picked up was definitely not simple.

Lin Qingying's thoughts withdrew, and she carefully put away the three scrolls before her. This time she was extra earnest, rolling up the scrolls and putting them into her heaven and earth space.

Three paintings, two of which were her daily sword practice. Lin Qingying bit her lip slightly, her eyes flickering, but soon her thoughts condensed back onto her sword.

The Great Completion Sword Intent appeared in her mind, and the sword in her hand danced again.

As a Saintess-level prodigy, her sword path talent was extremely high; now that she had received pointers, she soon mastered it.

Moreover, painting pointers were easier to comprehend than the Master's teachings, equivalent to being taught hand-in-hand.

In the courtyard, the sword intent rose like the wind and stopped like the wind.

The weeds drifted, the fallen leaves rolled, and what rose with the wind was perhaps not just the sword...

The top sixteen decisive battle began.

The area outside the field was still packed; the outer sect disciples had all arrived in advance, and the ten thousand inner sect prodigies were also sitting quietly off-stage. They had all finished their own battles and obtained their final rankings, and this competition also had many gains for them.

Now, this battle of the sixteen strongest prodigies within the Sword Ancestor Holy Land would definitely bring a luxurious and extreme sword technique feast.

The clashes of the Saint Son level were basically all Five Extreme Realms; therefore, under the condition of identical Extreme Realms, what was compared was the Dao Domain and sword technique.

Li Hao followed Lin Shanhai and the other alchemists to the floating seat. The top sixteen battle had not yet begun, but the atmosphere at the scene was already extremely heated.

Li Hao looked at Lin Qingying, who was standing quietly on the holy stage, and seeing the other party's eyes as still as water, he knew that his scroll had already been absorbed by the other party.

"Today is a bitter battle; I hope the luck of this child Qingying won't be too bad, and she won't encounter those tricky guys right from the start."

Master Shi Huajin said with a worried expression.

Because of Lin Shanhai's relationship, they were all biased toward Lin Qingying winning.

But Saint Son Haoyue was suppressing the top spot; to take first place, one must cross this high mountain.

The remaining rankings were more hopeful and would be more intense.

"As long as she squeezes into the top ten, she can get the incense of a hundred cities; if she gets first, she will get the incense of a country!"

Worry appeared in Lin Shanhai's eyes; incense was the key to becoming a Saint, and this competition was bound to be tragic.

Moreover, this incense was not a one-time reward, but would also receive the offerings of the rewarded area for a generation!

On the holy stage, the dozen or so Saint Sons and Saintesses stood quietly, all with dust-free bearing, their temperaments each having their own merits; they seemed to be gathered together, yet also seemed to be independent.

The Dragon-Slaying Saint Son looked at Lin Qingying, battle intent appearing in his eyes; having been defeated before, he wanted to encounter the other party again today and have a good clash.

Soon, as the Master Master Jian Sheng descended, the chaotic laws rolled everyone's tokens in, arranging them in disorder.

Everyone's respective opponents were soon matched.

"Hmm?"

Qiu Wuhen saw his opponent was actually Saint Son Haoyue, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle slightly, but soon returned to normal.

Others also noticed that Qiu Wuhen was relatively unlucky, drawing Saint Son Haoyue.

This also made many people secretly breathe a sigh of relief; although they didn't think in their hearts that they would definitely lose to the other party, if they met in the finals, it would be fine to fight to their heart's content, but they didn't want to meet early.

At the same time, the Dragon-Slaying Saint Son also saw his opponent was not Lin Qingying, but another Saint Son Ziyang, and couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

Lin Qingying also raised her head to look, seeing her opponent was actually the Master Master Jian Sheng's personal disciple.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she turned her head to look. At the same time, another snow-clothed woman also looked toward her. Two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at each other, and then each withdrew.

"Disciple, Saint Son Haoyue's Sun and Moon Sword Technique somewhat counters you. Be careful; you can reserve your strength and fight later."

In Qiu Wuhen's mind, his Master's voice came.

Qiu Wuhen was silent for a moment, did not respond. Retreat? But he wanted to try.

Perhaps in extreme adversity, he could instead perceive the insufficiency of his sword intent and enter the Dao faster.

Soon, the first battle began.

Today's battlefield ring was only one, not three rings fighting at the same time, which also caused the eyes of the whole field to gather in one place.

This first battle was Saint Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen.

Li Hao saw that this fishing buddy had actually drawn Saint Son Haoyue, and couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for him.

He had also seen that Saint Son Haoyue's sword technique yesterday; it was indeed very strong, clearly a level stronger than what the other Saint Sons had displayed, already Great Completion, and it was an extremely strong sword intent!

Of course, unless others were hiding their skills, currently, judging by sword intent alone, the other party should be first.

On the field, Saint Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen both descended into it.

"Thousand-Strand Sword Intent, in front of the sun, moon, and heaven and earth, is nothing more than continuous drizzle. Your sword is countered by me; you are not my opponent. Concede."

Saint Son Haoyue stood with his hands behind his back, but his expression was detached and calm, as if stating a fact, without arrogance.

Qiu Wuhen's expression didn't have much of a ripple, only saying detachedly:

"Dripping water pierces stone; drizzle can also cover the heaven, earth, sun, and moon. A spring curtain covers all things. If we don't try, how will we know who is strong and who is weak?"

"Want to use my sword intent to temper yourself? I'm afraid you won't have this chance."

Saint Son Haoyue's eyes revealed a hint of coldness, immediately perceiving the other party's thoughts. Wanting to use him as a whetstone—how could that be possible?

As the formation solidified, it also signaled that the battle had begun.

On the holy stage, Lin Qingying and many other Saint Sons were also watching intently.

And on the battle stage, Qiu Wuhen didn't rely solely on the sword path to win as he had before, but directly triggered his Extreme Realm power.

His whole body radiated golden light; the Divine Power Extreme Realm greatly increased his physical strength, causing his physical resistance and healing ability to explode.

The Heaven and Earth Pulse extended like a vortex, gathering the power from all directions, rapidly pushing his state to the peak.

The Primordial Spirit hid in the body, merging with the body, able to help him perceive attacks that were invisible.

This extremely difficult-to-cultivate Extreme Realm had long been reached by Saint Sons who mastered endless resources and peerless talent.

"Finally forced out his Extreme Realm."

Off-stage, that Luo Cheng who had been defeated by Qiu Wuhen yesterday gave a bitter smile, but his eyes became earnest, wanting to see how the other party's extreme power was.

On the other side, one of the six Semi-Sages, an old man, sighed secretly, knowing that his disciple was serious this time.

He gave a bitter smile secretly, also knowing the other party's temper; he looked detached on weekdays, but was actually quite stubborn in his bones.

Saint Son Haoyue felt the momentum of the other party's Extreme Realm, but his eyes remained detached, only his whole body gradually floating with golden light, only displaying the Divine Power Extreme Realm.

Swoosh! Qiu Wuhen took the initiative, his body suddenly teleporting and disappearing—it was Return to Ruins teleportation.

Facing Luo Cheng before, he hadn't used this method, only relying on sword intent to capture and defeat him, but now he displayed Return to Ruins, taking the initiative to attack.

Saint Son Haoyue's eyes turned; the golden-colored different color in his pupils made him seem able to spy something. The sword light in his hand was suddenly whipped out, and Qiu Wuhen, who had just appeared from Return to Ruins teleportation, seemed to take the initiative to meet the other party's sword light.

Qiu Wuhen's body suddenly retreated violently; this preemptive attack wasn't a real attack, but a probe.

"Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, can spy on Return to Ruins!"

Qiu Wuhen's eyes were solemn; the other party had natural different pupils, and it was indeed as the rumors said, able to spy on the movement of Return to Ruins! Legend had it that this was a pair of divine eyes, condensed by a Sage's ultimate Dao; containing the principles of the Saint Dao, the other party having these divine eyes and being able to spy on Return to Ruins was understandable.

Since Return to Ruins was useless, Qiu Wuhen didn't intend to use it to attack again. He drew the sword at his waist; the sword was covered in rust, but at this moment, the rust shook off.

This rust was not rust, but blood rust! It was dried blood stained on it; at this moment, as the blood rust shook off, a brilliant sword light like autumn water emerged.

"Sword Passes, No Trace!"

Qiu Wuhen struck suddenly, directly using one of his ultimate techniques! The sword in his hand seemed to turn into an autumn wind; as he swung, the sword qi suddenly disappeared, but the void was split open.

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, there are traces. Your sword is a minor path!"

Saint Son Haoyue stood suspended, his eyes cold, looking down at Qiu Wuhen in front. The instant he swung his sword, his Dao Domain extended—49 layers of Dao Domain layered one upon another, inside which seemed to have Yin and Yang sun and moon rotating. That sword qi without a trace actually emerged within his Dao Domain, fixed and solidified! "49-layer Dao Domain!!"

"My god, did I see wrong?"

The outer sect disciples off-stage were all shocked and boiling.

On the holy stage, many Saint Sons also narrowed their eyes slightly.

And in the crowd, Jiang Yingyue, who had already been defeated and missed the top sixteen, had flickering eyes, looking toward a certain floating seat, seeing the boy sitting detachedly, her eyes flickering.

Not knowing the other party's age, this number of Dao Domains had no comparability.

Some Dao Law Realm cultivators in the Holy Land who had lived for thousands of years were said to have condensed dozens, or even nearly a hundred Dao Law Realms; those were former Saint Sons who later had no chance to become Sages and could only develop horizontally, drilling into Dao Domains.

Old Saint Sons who had cultivated for thousands of years had extremely terrifying strength.

Bang! Under the suppression of the Dao Domain, that sword qi without a trace not only appeared but was also shattered.

Saint Son Haoyue's expression was detached, and subsequently, he also drew the sword in his hand, suddenly slashing at the moon with one sword! That sword light was like a crescent moon, silver-white and brilliant; it was the sword technique he had used yesterday to defeat another Saint Son with one sword.

Qiu Wuhen's eyes were solemn, wanting to dodge, but found that this sword light actually locked onto him.

Return to Ruins!

He quickly teleported and shifted, however, that sword light actually followed, not being blocked by Return to Ruins.

Qiu Wuhen immediately understood that this sword light moved according to Saint Son Haoyue's heart, and the other party's Sun and Moon Divine Eyes could see his movement. As long as he couldn't escape the other party's divine eyes, he couldn't escape the other party's sword qi!

No wonder the other party could defeat a Saint Son with one sword yesterday!

This was a sword strike that was bound to hit! Since he couldn't dodge, he would break it!! Qiu Wuhen's eyes revealed battle intent, suddenly swinging his sword light, sword intent like silk, layered one upon another, seeming to turn into a heaven and earth net before his eyes, wanting to shroud and imprison the entire space.

With a 'Bang', that crescent moon rotated and cut over, seeming indestructible; his sword net was instantly sliced open.

But the layered sword intent made the sword qi gradually slow down, however, the next moment, this sword qi suddenly disappeared.

Qiu Wuhen's pupils shrank, his body flashing hurriedly, but a tearing force still appeared on his chest; with a 'Bang', his body flew backward.

Blood splashed; Qiu Wuhen felt the bones in his chest were all sliced off. He hurriedly displayed the power of non-decay, which then healed rapidly.

Fortunately, he was in a divine power state, his self-healing power amazing; otherwise, this sword strike might have cost him half his life! The other party used Return to Ruins teleportation on sword qi.

Qiu Wuhen raised his head, but his gaze was icy cold. He also knew this kind of method, but the other party had Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, equivalent to abolishing his Return to Ruins Extreme Realm, and although he himself could barely capture the traces of Return to Ruins Extreme Realm, it was only barely; if the other party's movements were too fast, he would also be hit.

Moreover, his sword intent was all sliced off, losing the means to capture the traces of Return to Ruins.

The scene off-stage was somewhat silent and speechless at this moment.

Yesterday, Saint Son Haoyue defeated another Saint Son with one sword; today, it was another sword, and Saint Son Wuhen was heavily injured.

Anyone could see that if the other party took the opportunity to attack fiercely, Qiu Wuhen would be in great danger.

"A minor path is a minor path; how dare you compete with the sun and moon?"

Haoyue's eyes were cold, as if stating a fact. While saying this, his own sword intent was also perfecting.

While constantly defeating minor paths, he could also build his invincible Dao heart and perfect his own Dao.

Qiu Wuhen stood up with his sword, his eyes becoming sharp, and the sword in his hand also erupted with dazzling light.

"Sword Without Shadow!"

Suddenly, he struck with his sword again. This sword strike had already been struck in advance when he raised his hand.

Swoosh! The sword light traveled through the void, suddenly appearing before Saint Son Haoyue, actually piercing directly through his 49-layer Dao Domain!

Everyone's gaze was still lingering on the sword in Qiu Wuhen's hand, while his sword qi had already been released.

With a 'Pfft', Saint Son Haoyue tilted his head slightly, and a slight scratch actually appeared on his cheek, but before the blood could flow out, the wound had already healed.

His eyes became icy cold; this sword strike actually made him injured.

"Bright Moon!"

He slowly raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand condensed into a bright moon, as if holding a moonbeam in his hand.

Subsequently, thousands of sword qi crisscrossed and shot out.

Every sword qi radiated extremely terrifying power, not inferior to the crescent moon he had slashed out alone earlier.

Bang, bang, bang! Sword light sounds flashed in the void; Qiu Wuhen's Thousand-Strand Sword Intent became fragmented and riddled with holes.

His Dao Domain extended, 37 layers of Dao Domain layered out; this number of Dao Domains made the disciples off-stage exclaim in shock—just the other party's Dao Domain was enough to suppress more than 90% of the inner sect disciples.

However, compared to Saint Son Haoyue's 49-layer Dao Domain, it was still too far apart.

The sword light pierced through, intersecting in a straight line, instantly tearing Qiu Wuhen's Dao Domain.

Several sword lights landed on his body, sending him flying and slicing off his arm.

A grand power suddenly shrouded Qiu Wuhen, resisting the remaining hundreds of sword lights.

Saint Son Haoyue frowned slightly, raising his head to look toward the old man among the six elders.

"This battle, you have already won."

The old man said calmly. Subsequently, Qiu Wuhen's body on the battle stage disappeared, along with the sword held in his broken hand, appearing before this old man.

The old man raised his hand to press down, the power of laws shrouded, and his body healed rapidly, his injuries recovering.

Saint Son Haoyue's expression was detached, and he also retracted his Dao Domain, the golden light on his body dissipating and converging.

If he had beheaded the other party in this battle, it would have been disadvantageous to his reputation, and for the Holy Land, it would also have been a huge loss; he wasn't angry either.

Qiu Wuhen stood up, his expression somewhat ugly, knowing that he had lost, and lost very thoroughly.

His sword pursued no trace like drizzle, but in front of the other party's Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, he was completely exposed, and his Return to Ruins Extreme Realm was also abolished; the gap in strength between the two was indeed too large.

"Thank you, Master."

Qiu Wuhen said to the old man, then turned and retreated.

The old man sighed lightly in his heart; one would never know the gap without trying, but he hoped that after this battle, it wouldn't be a blow to Qiu Wuhen, but an encouragement.

As the first battle concluded, cheers erupted among the silent disciples off-stage, and countless calls of "Saint Son Haoyue" rang out.

Here, the strong were respected; Saint Son Haoyue's strength made countless outer sect disciples fanatical—too strong; he was simply a disjointed existence among the Saint Sons, heavily injuring a Saint Son with one sword, and nearly killing him with another—simply terrifying.

The expressions of the other Saint Sons and Saintesses also became more solemn; seeing Saint Son Haoyue return, they had a feeling of a great mountain approaching.

Lin Qingying's eyes flickered slightly, feeling a trace of pressure; now her Supreme Soft Sword Intent had reached Great Completion, considered cultivated to the top—any deeper would be entering the Dao.

She didn't know if, with her current sword technique, she could clash with the other party.

On the other side, Bian Ruxue was also sizing up Saint Son Haoyue; the other party's sword intent was grand and atmospheric, the sun and moon reflecting, and he had natural divine eyes—among their generation, he could be called the cream of the crop.

Master Master Jian Sheng Master had transmitted his voice yesterday to warn her that Saint Son Haoyue had cultivated for longer than her and was not someone she could currently contend with. In this competition, her goal was to compete for the top five! After all, compared to these Saint Sons and Saintesses, she was too young, and her foundation was still somewhat insufficient.

"The other party's sword should be close to the Ultimate Sword Master mentioned, but that is still not the true Ultimate Sword..."

Bian Ruxue looked at Saint Son Haoyue and withdrew her gaze. She had seen the Ultimate Sword; that was the Dao-level sword technique that Master Master Jian Sheng Master had swung casually.

The style of that sword strike made her unable to forget it forever, and also made her Dao heart stable, confirming that she was not wrong in pursuing this sword path. If she could cultivate that sword, everything would be worth it!

"With Brother Hao's talent, if he focused on practicing the sword, in a hundred years, perhaps he could approach the other party's level..."

Bian Ruxue's mind brought up that figure from the human world, but thinking of the other party lying on the chessboard with a smile, she felt a bit of regret in her heart.

At this time, the elder's prompt came from the front, calling her name.

Bian Ruxue also came back to her senses from her thoughts, and saw that this second battle was her turn.

And her opponent was Lin Qingying.

The two women looked at each other, didn't say much, and both descended onto the battle stage.

Seeing the clash between two Saintesses, the atmosphere off-stage became heated again; those male disciples' eyes glowed. Putting aside sword technique, just the bearing of the two Saintesses was enough to feast one's eyes.

But those inner sect prodigies cared more about the sword technique clash between the two, not caring about these skins.

"It's Saintess Xue'er; I heard she is the youngest among the Saintesses, only 27 years old?"

"Tsk tsk, a 27-year-old Dao Law Realm—simply terrifying!"

"This is nothing; her Master is the Master Master Jian Sheng, she has top alchemists serving her, and she has the Master Master Jian Sheng pointing out her cultivation. Do you understand Sage preaching?"

"This battle, Saintess Qingying is afraid it will be dangerous."

"Are you kidding? Saintess Qingying's cultivation age is double hers; how could she possibly lose?"

"Saintess Qingying's Master made a mistake and was locked in the Sword Prison; she has been comprehending cultivation by herself. So what if her age is older than Saintess Xue'er? How can she compare to the Master Master Jian Sheng's personal guidance?"

"Don't look down on people just because they are young; this Saintess Xue'er has a natural sword body and high aptitude; she is not much worse than other Saintesses."

The disciples off-stage discussed heatedly, all having an understanding of this youngest Saintess in the Holy Land.

On the battle stage, the formation slowly solidified.

Lin Qingying's expression was detached; her Master making a mistake and being imprisoned was a scar in her heart, but at this moment, she was fighting and would not be affected by these thoughts.

Bian Ruxue's expression also became solemn; this was her first time fighting a Saint-level disciple, and also her first battle.

She had watched Lin Qingying's battle before; Supreme Soft Sword Intent, similar to her ice and snow, but her sword intent was sharper.

The two were not familiar with each other, so neither said much.

As the battle began, neither was careless, instead releasing their Extreme Realms—Divine Power and Heaven and Earth Pulse!

Soon, their whole body state was pushed to the peak.

Lin Qingying's eyes were as calm as a lake, while in Bian Ruxue's eyes, falling snow seemed to pass, gradually becoming sharp.

Swoosh! Bian Ruxue swung her sword suddenly; in an instant, the battlefield seemed to freeze, and heaven and earth turned into ice.

From the sword intent, her sword path countered Lin Qingying's; Lin Qingying's sword was soft like water, but she could freeze it!

To break the ice, only a Supreme Hard and brilliant sword path would do; for Lin Qingying's Supreme Soft Sword Path, which gathered and scattered, it was easily affected by her.

This battle was also one she believed she should definitely win! As the ice covered the area, even through the formation, the disciples outside felt a chill, and the temperature around them dropped.

Lin Qingying's eyes were solemn; she knew the difficulty of this battle. If it were before, she wouldn't have had much confidence, but at this very moment, her sword intent was Great Completion, allowing her to realize the meaning of Supreme Soft.

The frost qi that the other party condensed was also the trajectory of her sword intent! Clang! Blue light-like sword intent slashed out suddenly, tearing a gap in the ice; the soft, water-like power now tore through the ice, flying straight toward Bian Ruxue.

Bian Ruxue was stunned, her pupils shrinking slightly, and she swung her sword suddenly, her Dao Domain extending; everything around was frozen along with it.

That rushing sword intent was also blocked by the Dao Domain; her Dao Domain was layered one upon another—there were 22 layers!

And within the Dao Domain, all were sword qi, clearly condensed from different sword technique ultimate skills! At this moment, the sword domains overlapped, and falling snow drifted around her, suddenly whistling, shattering the rushing sword intent and covering Lin Qingying.

But Lin Qingying, at this time, took a step via Return to Ruins, appearing behind Bian Ruxue. The blue light in her hand slashed out; the qi mist Bian Ruxue breathed out seemed like a thread being pulled, turning into sword qi, shrouding and strangling toward her body!

(End of chapter)