Lu Qingxue's cold eyes lifted, staring directly at Mu Fan, conveying a reassuring gaze.
Her right hand suddenly spun without warning, the blade pointing straight upward.
Lu Qingxue's left hand gathered three fingers, suddenly flicking the scabbard of the Snow Building Sword.
A buzzing sound echoed eerily in the dark.
The long blue hair behind Lu Qingxue instantly floated up.
In the next moment, a fierce swordsman light slanted out from in front of her, streaking across the arc of light behind her.
It was as if a white lightning bolt flashed in the darkness.
A slicing sound rang out, followed by a piercing scream of agony.
A thin stream of pale green blood suddenly spattered into the air.
Lu Qingxue's figure moved gracefully forward five steps, as if untouched by the mundane world.
Two wooden spikes the length of a palm scattered to either side, rolling rhythmically to the ground.
The Snow Building Sword that vanished into the air reappeared before Lu Qingxue.
