Who is this woman?
At this moment, Lv Qingzhu swung her sword again, slicing off a piece of the robe on Wu Xiang's shoulder. But this time, along with the torn robe, there was also a piece of flesh flying...
Wu Xiang cried out in pain, retreating rapidly, while Lv Qingzhu followed closely like a shadow, a flicker of sword shadow.
Lv Qingzhu pressed her lips together, her eyes bright and clear, without a single ripple or any hint of killing intent.
But her sword was as solitary as a plum blossom!
That thin plum tree growing on the cliffs, fighting against the barren rock walls, battling the world of drifting snow, stands alone against the sheer cliff, yet it remains proudly cold, blossoming in the midst of falling snow!
The faint fragrance drifting amidst the heavens and earth! No one has ever smelled it, but it truly existed. Isn't that so?
A solitary plum!
A solitary sword!
A solitary person!
The sword edge of Lv Qingzhu aimed at Wu Xiang's throat!
