"She seems to have found herself a good sister." Leng Jian glanced at Liu Qingyan, then turned back to Shen Ying, and said with a cold laugh, "But relying on you alone, you can't stop me."
As the words fell, his expression changed, and his right hand formed a claw, swinging fiercely behind him.
"Ding!"
A light sound echoed as the air rippled like water, revealing Lu Zheng's figure, who blocked Leng Jian's attack with his saber across his chest.
"Lu Lang!" Liu Qingyan exclaimed.
"An illusion?" Leng Jian sneered, "Casting an illusion under moonlight, aren't you still dreaming?"
Lu Zheng remained silent, swung his long saber, and his blood qi surged into the sky.
"Roar!"
A tiger's roar echoed, and with a flash of the saber's light and a fierce tiger's illusion, it reached Leng Jian.
"Daoist and Martial Dual Cultivation!" Leng Jian was startled. The earlier illusion was nothing, but this saber strike was grand and powerful, not easily deflected.
