Feng Yue, who had not expected this, hurriedly dodged.
She reacted a beat too late. The sword grazed her arm and made a deep cut.
Feng Yue looked at her wound in disbelief. She never expected this weak Central Plains woman to know martial arts.
She had underestimated her.
Exasperated, Feng Yue shook off the whip and replaced it with a large knife. "Swords have no eyes. You'd better admit defeat obediently."
After learning martial arts from Qingfeng for so long, Bai Wutong had yet to find a real opportunity to fight.
Feng Yue was just right for her to practice.
Bai Wutong smiled faintly. "That sentence should be for you."
Feng Yue raised her big sword and charged forward. "Clang~" The swords collided, producing a long and ear-piercing sound.
The people around them were taken aback.
Shouldn't two beautiful beauties compete in poetry, chess, calligraphy or painting?
