In the blink of an eye, countless sword edges arrived, the Sword Qi like threads, like rain, like the Yangtze River, like the waters from the Ninth Heaven...
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!
The sharp aura clashed intensely upon the Arhat's virtual shadow, producing an extreme collision sound.
It caused the sharp aura to scatter wildly, leaving sword marks all around.
Lingjue struggled to sustain himself within, thinking that Wu Qianhuan was young, with limited Inner Strength, and once he endured this move, it would be time to counterattack...
What he didn't know was that Wu Qianhuan, in order to catch up with Chu Qing, had cultivated the "Moon-Pointing Profound Skill," treading on thin ice throughout the process.
This allowed her Inner Strength to advance by leaps and bounds, and although she could not compare with someone like Chu Qing who seemed to possess supernatural abilities, she was by no means comparable to Lingjue.
