“You!” Yang Yang was in utter disbelief.0

Yun Xiao had frozen him solid with a single stroke of his sword. Now, that three-foot azure blade shrank into a Flying Sword!0

“He’s going for the kill!” Yang Yang broke out in a cold sweat, trembling all over.0

Fortunately, a crescent Flying Sword shot past Yang Yang’s side. It was none other than the Sword Soul wielded by his beloved!0

“Don’t touch him!” Liu Liu's harsh cry echoed as the peculiar crescent Flying Sword twisted unpredictably, continuously circling and striking toward Yun Xiao with unfathomable movements.0

Just as Yun Xiao transformed his Palm Sword into a Flying Sword, he caught a glimpse of the howling orange crescent and, without a word, casually launched a streak of azure light from his hand.0

WHOOSH! That speck of azure light, traveling a narrow path meant for only the nimblest of Flying Swords, seemed to paint a picture mid-air—a vast snowy landscape, where an azure snowflake cut across the sky, unfolding into a dream-like array of colors...0

“Soaring Snow Stream!” Si Ji, stunned, called out the name of this Flying...0