Lin Qingluo deliberately slowed down, forcing the assassin to the outskirts of Capital City.
One in front and the other behind, they landed on the top of the trees. Seeing that there was no way to escape, the assassin abandoned his long sword, gathered his powerful internal energy in his right palm, and struck her heart.
"Blood Killing Palm? You really are Du Sha."
Lin Qingluo's graceful figure, like the wind, spun in the air at an incredible angle, avoiding the deadly blow.
Du Sha didn't wait for her to land, one palm following another, continuously attacking.
Lin Qingluo showed no fear, constantly rotating and shifting. The sharp palm wind grazed her body, striking a large tree 100 meters away, splitting it from bottom to top into several sections, and crashing to the ground.
"Du Sha, your end is near."
Lin Qingluo drew her sword, exuding dominance: "The Fengqi Empire can't tolerate your arrogance."
"Hmph."
