Lu Zhengchun snorted coldly, flicking his wrist and uttering the word "Break".
The frozen flying sword immediately shattered the ice, slicing through with a brilliant flash of sword light, and aimed to cut Ji Yue's neck. The female sorceress's black hair seemed alive, wrapping around her head, layer by layer, briefly resisting the attack.
Lang Shiba lunged again to join the fray, grappling with Ji Yue, who was not adept at direct confrontation, and the terrifyingly fast and lethal flying sword.
"Brother Gongshu, I remember you telling me before that flying swords are outdated..."
Zhao Douan turned his head stiffly, looking at Gongshu Tianyuan.
The short and rotund priest's face turned awkward, realizing explanations were futile, his eyes turned cold:
"Watch me capture this... damn it!"
As he spoke, Lu Zhengchun's left hand abruptly grasped again, extracting a second black flying sword from the top of the arch as if it were alive, pulling out half of its blade.
