Xue Mingtai and An Zichen nodded, and the three of them advanced on the Sword Emperor.
Xue Mingtai's sword was as swift as a shooting star, striking at the Sword Emperor's legs. The sword glowed like snow, accompanied by the howling Gang Wind.
An Zichen approached in a light and graceful manner, extending a fair, snow-white hand aiming for the pulse at the Sword Emperor's right wrist.
On her wrist, she wore a string of Golden Bells, jingling melodiously, pleasant to the ears.
An Zichen's posture was incredibly graceful, yet even more formidable than Xue Mingtai's sword.
Their simultaneous assault left the Sword Emperor with an almost inescapable sense of doom.
He lost his composure, his longsword was suddenly twisted into the air by the Sword Emperor's swift attack.
This was the Sword Emperor's second time losing grip of his sword.
His hair stood on end, and like a trapped beast still fighting, he suddenly spread his arms and lunged at Yang Fei.
