The two men made their intentions clear. They would work together to eliminate the White Robe Female Cultivator first, as she had suffered the greater loss of power.
"Bring it on!"
Though her Magical Power had yet to recover, the White Robe Female Cultivator was fearless.
She cried out sharply, her sword a blur of graceful arcs, like swirling mist and clouds. The ethereal Sword Light flickered unpredictably, managing to block every devious strike from the Water-Splitting Needle, producing a series of crisp CLANGS.
The female cultivator in green gritted her teeth and met the other foe. She wasn't skilled in direct assaults, but her Body Technique was agile. Her Flying Sword transformed into a green, soaring dragon, weaving and tangling with the fierce Fist Seal rather than clashing with it head-on, attempting to buy time.
However, the two female cultivators were already in poor condition. As the fight dragged on, they found themselves at a disadvantage.
