Not far from the dilapidated temple where Duan Rong was hiding, around seventy to eighty feet away in the wild field, Lv Qingzhu in pale cyan attire was dueling with Blood Monk Wu Xiang.
A faint cyan figure and a dark red figure, flashing back and forth!
Lv Qingzhu's sword shadow seemed light and flickering, yet it was deeply profound, with power like an endless stream...
Lv Qingzhu suddenly slapped a sword on the blade surface of the Precept Blade in Wu Xiang's hand, then seized the moment, her figure leaping, the sword shadow flipping, slicing towards Wu Xiang's right shoulder.
Wu Xiang's Precept Blade was heavy and powerful, yet his body was agile like a loach, his shoulder drooping to evade Lv Qingzhu's sword.
Though his shoulder evaded Lv Qingzhu's slash, that old monk robe, worn for who knows how many years, was cut open at the corner by Lv Qingzhu's sword edge, flipping onto the shoulder.
