On the battlefield, murderous intent was hidden in the cold light, and the sound of weapons clashing echoed continuously in the arena, from left to right and back again, as the audience watched two swift shadows fly past, bringing gusts of wind howling.
Holding two black blades, Xu Xiaoyou's attacking rhythm was more than twice as fast as before, Klosolan retreated step by step, tapped on the ground with one foot, and in the blink of an eye, her figure disappeared over a hundred meters away, striking out with her fists, shattering all the incoming fire bullets.
The girl's figure tore through the fiery curtain, breaking out from within.
Flames curled around Xu Xiaoyou's sword tips, the twin blades crossed into a cross before her chest, sweeping out with a slash, the swirling flame magnificence infinitely approaching Klosolan's fatal throat.
