After practicing swordsmanship for thirty years, this moment finally gave a sense of unity with the body and sword. It also made Yao Qingshuang keep her mind tight and forcibly suppress the destructive power of the True Yang Spear.

Yao Qingshuang connected five rounds of the True Yang Spear, relying on the resonance of the sword to hold on.

Gao Xian was also greatly surprised. His magic technique reached the master level and greatly enhanced the power of the True Yang Spear.

Even so, it couldn't shake Yao Qingshuang, this woman is not simple!

At the critical moment, Gao Xian pointed his left hand and fired an ice pick as long as a foot straight at Yao Qingshuang's face.

The distance between the two sides was less than ten steps, and the instantaneous ice arrow technique was so fast.

Yao Qingshuang connected five rounds of the True Yang Spear. Although she could barely control her mind, she was inevitably greatly affected.

She took a step slowly before she noticed a flash of white light approaching. She had no time to activate the protective spell, so she could only control the sword and slash with it.

The green sword light flashed like cold lightning and struck the ice pick about a foot long with precision.

The terrifying force of the sword strike caused the ice cone to shatter into thousands of ice fragments on the spot.

Gao Xian, who was ten steps away, suddenly accelerated and was in front of Yao Qingshuang in an instant.

The stone-cutting sword in Gao Xian's hand pierced Yao Qingshuang's face. Yao Qingshuang used almost all his strength to break the ice pick, but he could only forcefully turn his wrist and slash backward, pointing directly at Gao Xian's chest.

If Gao Xian doesn't hide, the two of them will die together. As long as they can force the other side to take a step back and give her a little breathing space, she can turn defeat into victory!

Yao Qingshuang's swordsmanship is superb, and she can change her moves in times of danger to fight for her life, which also shows her determination and dexterity.

What Yao Qingshuang never expected was that Gao Xian's extremely fast straight thrust could actually change.

The straight-piercing stone-cutting sword folded down in an incomparable way, and the snow-colored sword edge swept her sword-holding wrist lightly and without any smoke.

Yao Qingshuang didn't even have time to feel the pain. Her hand holding the sword was broken, and blood spurted out.

"What a fast sword!"

Yao Qingshuang was horrified. The opponent's sword looked light but extremely fast. She might not be able to avoid this sword in a head-on confrontation.

Of course, Gao Xian would not give Yao Qingshuang any chance, and he made a subtle swipe of the stone-cutting sword in his hand.

In this style, the breeze is blowing in the willows, and the sword is as fast and as ethereal as the wind, as light as smoke, and its changes are natural and clever.

Yao Qingshuang watched the snow-colored sword blade coming towards her lightly, but she was unable to avoid it at all. There was despair and horror in her eyes.

As the snow-colored sword light circulated, Yao Qingshuang's head flew into the sky with a look of horror on his face.

In the howling cold wind, Yao Qingshuang was full of passion and blood.

The fat man standing next to him had his head and face covered in blood, but he was so silent that he didn't even dare to take a breath...
Chapter completed!