The sword edges intertwined, and a shower of sparks exploded in the dim hall. Even without any defenses in his heart, Chen Yi's sword still unsheathed, blocking the fierce attack of the opposing sword.
The scattered sparks crackled brightly, brushing past the girl's eyes filled with murderous intent, and splashed towards Chen Yi, causing his cheeks to feel a bit hot.
The clash of swords came to a momentary pause as Yin Tingxue flipped her wrist suddenly, pressing down on Chen Yi's sword edge and then thrusting powerfully again.
Chen Yi had not anticipated the sudden assault, but now he reacted, his wrist dancing as well, the sword light flickering, maneuvering around Yin Tingxue's sword edge to whirl and form sword flowers.
