The cold moon hung high, and Wang Hao and Bing Ji faced each other.
Their eyes, one icy and one fiery, engaged in a clash no less intense than the exchange of blade and sword.
Suddenly!
A gust of cold wind howled, lifting a few fallen leaves, drifting between the line of sight of Wang Hao and Bing Ji.
"Swoosh!"
With a flick of her sleeve, Bing Ji sent an ice arrow out like a lurking viper, piercing through the air.
Wang Hao was not to be outdone. The palm of his hand sparkled with cold light, and a Willow Leaf Saber, emitting a soul-capturing brilliance, met it head on.
"Clang!"
The Curved Knife collided with the ice arrow, scattering light and shadow!
Wang Hao and Bing Ji had also struck almost at the same time. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged more than ten rounds with each other, each with their own gains and losses. As things stood, neither was likely to gain the upper hand in the short term.
