Yan Hui narrowed his eyes, and ice crystals shook off his eyelashes.
Could it be that Purple Eyes... has advanced again?!
At this moment when Yan Hui was stunned, Zi Tong was not idle. For her, even just one second was an opportunity.
In his left hand, the willow leaf scalpel appeared silently in the palm of his hand. He held it between his fingers and raised it at an angle, slashing towards Yan Hui's neck.
The opponent's strength is comparable to hers, and Yan Hui has rich practical experience. If he wants to succeed in a sneak attack, he must be fast, accurate, and ruthless.
There was only one chance for Lancet to attack, so she deliberately wanted to be the fastest.
Yan Hui hurriedly evades.
Zi Tong knew it was too late, so she immediately turned her wrist slightly and drew the scalpel out diagonally.
Yan avoided the critical part of her throat, but still could not completely avoid the knife. The place where the scalpel passed was slightly cold, and then her face became hot.
This knife had successfully cut through her flesh, leaving an inch-long knife mark on her right side.
Purple Eyes glanced at the scalpel that was still dripping with blood, and chuckled, "Now, it seems that you and I are even more incomparable."
No woman cares about her face, let alone Yan Hui. Although she is not someone who relies on her face like Ximen Biluo, she is equally confident about her beauty.
Now hearing what Zi Tong said, she almost subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, and felt a sticky liquid between her fingers, which was accompanied by pain.
You don't need to look to know that her face is stained by purple eyes.
Yan Hui became even more angry and charged at her again with his sword.
"Thunder strike!"
Her figure swayed slightly, and her figure had transformed into nine figures in mid-air. Each one was an entity, not an illusion.
Nine swords stabbed Zi Tong from nine directions at the same time.
Ding ding ding…
Like pearls and jade falling into the plate one after another, there are nine crisp sounds.
Zi Tong actually caught all nine of her swords without falling.
Yan Hui's sword technique emphasizes the word "quick". These nine body shapes are actually formed because of the speed. The so-called thunder blow is actually the cooperative power of nine very fast attacks.
And Zi Tong's sword also has the word "quick".
At this time, she could already execute more than twenty knives in an instant. Although the opponent was fast, how could he be faster than her eyes and her knives?
Yan Hui fell back to the ground again, with obvious disbelief in his eyes.
How could she be faster than her?!
"Is the attack over?" Zi Tong smiled lightly, "Then...it's my turn!"
When she said the word "should", she had already risen from the ground. When she said the word "it", the knife was wrapped in a piece of ice crystal and hit Yan Hui fiercely with the strong wind.
The first style of the Fengyun Sword Technique - Swift Wind and Rain!
Yan Hui knew she couldn't hide, and she didn't try to hide. She held the knife in one hand and pointed across the blade with the other hand. Golden light flashed between her fingers, and a golden starlight overflowed from her body, instantly turning into a barrier to protect her body.
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Yan Hui is not only a warrior, she is also an astrologist. She is a metal astrologist and is not only good at attack but also defense.
The strong wind fell, and ice crystals hit the barrier like rain.
Yan Hui's face turned pale slightly. It was not easy for her to resist Zi Tong's powerful sword force with a barrier.
Click!
There was a soft sound, and a thin crack appeared on the barrier in front of her.
At this time, the power of Zi Tong's first sword has been exhausted.
But it doesn't matter, there is still a second cut.