Second Clash

Whoosh!

Han Qiu twisted her wrist and power of darkness surged out of her palm. One could vaguely see a saint sword wrapped in the dark power.

Flashing, Han Qiu flew to Huang Yanchen like a ghostly spirit and cut down with her sword.

Huang Yanchen didn't dodge. Her blue eyes stared unblinkingly at Zhang Ruochen.

Martial Saint Canglan was standing nearby. Just as Huang Yanchen was going to die under Han Qiu's sword, her eyes glinted and she grabbed the Fengtian Sword, leaving a trail of fiery light behind.

She grasped the sword hilt with both hands and cut down fiercely, clashing with Han Qiu's saint sword.

There was a boom.

Red fiery clouds seemed to spew out of the Fengtian Sword, sending Han Qiu flying back.

A thin line of blood appeared on Huang Yanchen's snow-white neck. A drop of blood flowed out. That was an injury caused by the sword Qi from Han Qiu's sword.