Sword Language Immortal Sect.
Outside Colorful Cloud Peak.
Two streams of sword light, one red and one white, flew horizontally and vertically through the sky, interweaving into a massive net, as if to enshroud the Sky Dome.
Li Fei'er was covered in sword wounds, drenched in blood. Facing Zhi Yue's fierce and intense attacks, she was struggling after only a few dozen rounds.
The sword technique taught by Luo Xiu was strong, but no matter how strong, it was extremely difficult to bridge the absolute gap in realms!
"Heh, little bitch, is this all you can handle?"
"Wasn't your mouth quite impressive earlier?"
Zhi Yue stood proudly in the Void, her white dress drifting and spotless, mocking Li Fei'er while pointing her sword.
Li Fei'er wiped the red off her lips, grit her teeth and said, "You're only at a higher realm than me. If we were at the same realm... I would have killed you a hundred times!"
