Curls of True Energy snaked all around the purple-haired woman's physique as Yan Wushuang's three-foot-long-bladed sword hummed gently.

Swoosh!

A long, white bolt of cloth shot at Chu Xun like a spear.

Chu Xun evaded it only to be met by the cold, merciless glimmer of Yan Wushuang's sword tip.

Bang!

Chu Xun raised a hand and blasted it aside.

Swoosh!

Next came another two bolts of white cloth, ...