After being repelled, the young woman flew backwards.
Her hand was numb, and droplets of blood oozed out of her palm.
"Who are you?" She asked for the second time.
Until now, she recognised all the sword arts that her opponent used.
The drifting wind sword art, the heavy mountain strike sword art, the soft water sword art, and the raindrop sword art were all low-grade silver rank sword arts.
Although her opponent's drifting wind sword art was more powerful than normal, it was still within a manageable range.
However, that last move was mysterious.
She could detect some qi from the move, but the qi was mixed with something unfathomable.
"I…"
After exchanging many moves, Yu Nianzhen thought it was okay to introduce himself to the young woman.
However, just before he did, he felt a chill at the back of his neck.
A frown marred his face, and his body became a little tense.
