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"Again, my apologies!" Yan Qingyuan held the blue Sword Soul, her feet tapping lightly, transforming her into a gust of bluish snowstorm, swirling towards Feng Yao.
Her sharp decisiveness for a moment drew a burst of admiration.
"You use a sword?" Feng Yao's blood-red eyes glanced at her opponent, her lips curling into a faint smile.
Then, she declared, "Fine, I'll use a sword too!"
Reaching up, she grasped the Sanguine Spirit Dragon Corona above her head. With a roar from the dragon, the Corona condensed into a crimson sword in her hand.
"Go." With a casual flick, Feng Yao sent the blood sword slicing through the air, rapidly shooting towards Yan Qingyuan.
Yan Qingyuan’s eyes widened!
KLANG! The blood sword struck the tip of her Sword Soul.
The terrifying power of the Mortal Dust Devil Blood swept over her, slamming into her with ferocity.
She shuddered...
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