"Please give me some guidance."
Zhuo Chu took a step forward, Sword Aura flowing, with an invisible Sword Intent swirling around him.
Lu Yuan also stepped forward, her face etched with a frosty aura, matching the Sword Intent emanating from her, chilling to the bone.
"Please." Lu Yuan responded softly. As her words fell, a whirlwind arose suddenly, swords hidden within, exuding a tearing force. In an instant, Lu Yuan seemed to be in the midst of a Sword Aura storm, with every gust of wind slicing toward her.
Zhuo Chu's figure vanished from his original spot, as if he had merged into the wind, leaving trails of afterimages, his figure elusive to the eye.
"This West Flame Island sword cultivator has such a fast movement technique."
Among the spectators on the sea, the cultivators could not see where Zhuo Chu was, only the rampant Sword Aura everywhere, with Lu Yuan caught within, like rootless duckweed, seemingly on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
