After the surprise, Xie Xiaojiu made a judgment in an instant.
Her strength was necessarily inferior to Jiang Ning's.
Otherwise, Jiang Ning wouldn't have appeared so relaxed after receiving her severest sword strike, not even retreating an inch.
At that moment,
only they two knew how powerful each other was during the change of their gazes.
To outsiders, they could only see Xie Xiaojiu's swift movement technique and Jiang Ning's fearless mentality in the face of danger.
The next moment,
Jiang Ning's right arm, which held the sword, trembled, and power transmitted through the blade, causing Xie Xiaojiu's expression to change again as her figure drifted back like catkins.
Swish—
The sword cleaved through the air, and a sharp whistling sound followed.
In front of this strike, Xie Xiaojiu's airborne figure seemed like a tuft of catkins, affected by the gust brought by the descending long sword, causing her figure to drift slightly again.
A miss by an inch, a loss by a mile.