That was a sword-swinging speed that even Lann's dynamic vision couldn't possibly track.
The Demon Hunter only vaguely saw a blurry image, and then all the actions were over.
In the end, the elderly Sword Saint looked as if he hadn't moved at all, except for the soft click of the spring in the sword sheath that had been unknowingly opened.
A sharp Qi Flow Blade traced the trajectory of a Divine Speed Iaijutsu Slash after half a second.
The high-density milky white air currents almost formed a chaotically patterned sphere around Iwami Yixin!
The tearing sound of the air ripping apart became continuous, and the purple silhouette of the Eight Hundred Nuns was suddenly enveloped by the sword's afterimage.
"Eek!"
A sharp shriek came out from beneath the Hannya mask.
Dozens of cuts burst simultaneously all over her tall figure!
Every long, narrow cut brought out a splash of illusory liquid like a water spray.
