On stage, Yi Yun's Yuan Qi was circulating. His aura continued to rise, while his Thousand Army Saber began to emit a light sound as his saber truth screamed out.
Yi Yun's strength was constantly condensing like a surging tidal wave!
Seeing Yi Yun in such a state, Chu Xiaoran wiped away the hair that was cut by the saber Qi and took a light breath.
"Your saber is very strong… but I will defeat you!" Chu Xiaoran said seriously.
She held her soft sword in both of her hands and she stretched it out. A bluish-white glow circulated on the sword's edges.
Her Yuan Qi condensed and very soon, a layer of frost formed on her sword which grew exceedingly thicker. Soon, it covered her sword, hand, and it eventually spread throughout her entire body.
A chill that penetrated into one's bones had permeated in all directions. Even the audience, who were far away, could feel this bone-chilling coldness.
