"Ignorant mutt, you're pushing me!"
Seeing Shi Xiaole attack, the Weak Scholar was both upset and angry. Some people, unless they're dealt a heavy blow, are always convinced that you're afraid of them.
Well, this is Junior Sister's turf, it doesn't matter if I'm a bit weak for the moment. As soon as I recover, I'll be fine.
"Xuanyin Twelve Strikes!"
With a swift movement of both hands, four ghostly fires were summoned, revolving around the Weak Scholar and flickering constantly. Each flicker accompanied an attack toward Shi Xiaole.
But Shi Xiaole's sword was faster.
With the Redfire Sword in hand, Shi Xiaole's blood began to flow rapidly, filling the sword with a surge of his Internal Power.
Boom!
A demonish Sword Qi, tinted red in black and carrying endless crows and heat, as if an evil dragon had crawled out of a lava pit, twisted its body and rushed forward.
Bang, bang, bang.
The three cold attacks that were just released were instantly annihilated.
