Every time she struck with her sword, it carried a fierce Sword Qi, and every time she swung her whip, it swept along with a howling wind.
Xie Zhichuan's Thirteen Life-taking Swords, while extraordinarily mystical, had fierce sword moves and endless variations, but Blood Rakshasa's Celestial Sword techniques were equally complex and carried a weighty, stable aura, each sword as if bearing the majestic grandeur of Tianshan Mountain.
The two exchanged blows, battling for dozens of rounds, yet neither succeeded.
Under the night sky, Sword Qi intertwined, whip shadows danced, creating a thrilling sight. The ground had long been carved deep with chasms by the Sword Qi and whip wind, and the surrounding sand and stones were swept into the air, falling like a stone rainstorm.
