Nan Feixue sneered and looked at Qiu Hui; a cold light flashed in her eyes.
She rose in the sky, holding her sword high before pointing it at Qiu Hui and rushing toward her.
Qiu Hui had to take care of Xia Xia in her arms and could only fight with one hand. She was like the wind while her long sword was like a light beam, colliding with Nan Feixue's sword in the air again, splashing sparks everywhere.
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If it were the old Nan Feixue, she would never have been Qiu Hui's opponent. But recently, her strength had improved by leaps and bounds, causing Qiu Hui to feel somewhat tired from countering her attacks.
Furthermore, at this moment, many skilled masters from the Nan family came with her. Her expression darkened as she looked at the others standing in Tianya's manor, a flash of determination appeared in her eyes.
"Xia Xia!"
A voice came from the side.
