Shua!
The sharp blade was right in front of cen fangpo, but she did not retreat. Instead, she advanced. When the tip of the sword was about to touch her body, she suddenly put her palms together and instantly clamped the soft sword, stopping her attack. Her long and slender legs suddenly lifted up and kicked towards PEI Ling's jaw with a cold wind.
PEI Ling had already gradually adapted to cen fangpo's style. He immediately bent his knees and lifted his leg, pressing it against cen fangpo's long leg in a hair's breadth. Immediately after, the soft sword's body suddenly dropped like a smooth piece of silk. It swam out of cen fangpo's palm, turned in mid-air, and suddenly raised its head, stabbing towards her chest!
In an instant, cen fangpo seemed to be as light as a feather. He dodged to the side and avoided PEI Ling's sword. At the same time, he kicked at PEI Ling's waist.
