"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Within the front courtyard, the sound of metal clashing was incessant.
Zhao Jiaqi's Soft Sword was like a cunning, vicious snake.
Shangguan Min Yue's three-foot Qingfeng Sword was also exceptionally graceful.
At that moment, both of them had unleashed their most powerful techniques.
A myriad of sword flowers heavily surrounded Lin Fan.
Luckily, Lin Fan's movements were even more elusive and unpredictable.
Dodging and weaving through space, he easily evaded the combined attack of the two.
"Pikachu, why such fury? It was just a misunderstanding that day," he said.
"I say, Shangguan Min Yue, isn't this biting the hand that feeds you? Careful, or I might spank you again!"
Dodging the sword's edge was Lin Fan,
His mouth still able to tease the two of them easily.
These words, however, did not stop the women's assault.
Memories surged, hatred intensified.
"Today I must kill you, you scoundrel!" Zhao Jiaqi attacked again in a furious flurry.
