"Dodged?!"
Xiao Ran's pupils shook violently, an immense sense of incredulity rising in her heart; clearly, just half a month ago, this man's body skill was far inferior to hers.
No time to think deeply, Xiao Ran's sword missed its target, her slender waist twisting in mid-air, body like a grindstone, forcibly turning back and using the stance of "Retreating Horse Lance," sweeping her longsword wrapped with remaining strength backward.
Zhao Douan's left hand, held behind his back, heavily slapped the ground, leveraging himself upright, with a peach wood branch swiftly stabbing out from his hand.
A sound of "ding" hitting the weak spot on the slender sword.
Eunuch Hai's eyes brightened, with his eyesight, he could naturally discern that this single sounding "ding" encompassed a total of twelve clashes.
