In the blink of an eye, the sword in Li Jingwen's hand was pierced right towards Ye Qingtang's chest. It was at this instant when everyone felt that Ye Qingtang would die without a doubt.
However!
When the tip of Li Jingwen's blade was half a finger away from Ye Qingtang's chest, it suddenly stopped.
Li Jingwen looked in shock at Ye Qingtang, who lifted a hand up since god knows when.
That fair palm held on the sharp blade steadily and directly stopped that powerful charging stance.
An expression of shock flashed across Li Jingwen's eyes. He could not even see clearly when Ye Qingtang raised her hand just now.
"Cold Winter Sword Aura?" Ye Qingtang watched the blue-colored sword aura slowly seep past her hand which held onto the sword.
The next second after Ye Qingtang finished her sentence, a golden flame suddenly started burning in her hands!
