She thrust her longsword repeatedly, aiming at the opponent's limbs, intending to capture him.
But as the tip of her sword swept past that figure, the Female Swordsman realized there was no Lin Xing in front of her, only a pile of broken tiles and stones that she had mistaken for him.
The very next moment, as she had just blocked a dragon's claw and lunged with another sword thrust, she found herself mistaking a mop on the ground for Lin Xing again.
The consecutive mistakes already made the Female Swordsman sense something was terribly wrong.
"My Heart-Eye technique has long been perfected, my senses are far sharper than ordinary people can imagine, how could I be mistaken, and twice at that?"
Indeed, as the Female Swordsman thought, the ground, the walls, other people's bodies, and even the serpentine dragon's twisted scales seemed to all form various images of Lin Xing...