The black demonic flames on the sword spread, quickly penetrating Senior Sister Qin Ying's protective spiritual armor.
"Woo woo…"
She only felt a series of shrill roars and wails in her ears, her mind became chaotic, and the black Flying Sword broke through her spiritual armor.
Blood scattered, and upon contact with the black demonic flames, it instantly evaporated without a trace.
Senior Sister Qin Ying grunted, her body flying backward.
But the black Flying Sword was too fast, forcing her to retreat repeatedly under its assault.
Jiang Xiao was like a cat playing with a mouse; with each attack, he only unleashed two sword strikes.
Senior Sister Qin Ying could barely block the first sword, but she would inevitably be wounded by the second.
Her expression turned cold, a resolute determination in her heart.
She pointed her fingers to her brow, and the jade hairpin in her hair shattered in response, a surging spiritual power erupting from her spiritual root.
