Chapter 921: Autumn Moon’s Harmonious Echo (II)
Guo Hongyao surged forward on flames. Though the white-robed youth before her was lacking in cultivation, his escape light was surprisingly fast. Perhaps he had taken some spiritual pill, it would explain why she couldn’t catch up to him for the moment.
"Run... run!" She felt exhilarated as she rode fire all the way. Li Xijun traveled ahead on frost, deep in thought, She’s certainly no weakling. At the very least, this speed is beyond the norm.
Li Xijun had rushed ahead and, as expected, ran into the two of them, confirming his guess. Now, after flying dozens of kilometers, he noticed Guo Hongyao was still chasing relentlessly, drawing ever closer. He thought to himself, She seems to have been thrown off completely. It's not likely that she will be hiding any tricks...
He slowly reached for Han Lin at his waist. The frost under his feet began to dissipate, and his speed slowed as he let the scorching Merging Fire behind creep closer until its heat stung his back. Suddenly, Li Xijun spun around and drew his sword.
Clang!
A streak of white light flared above the sea. Han Lin’s blade was so fast that it blurred through the air. There was a flash of bright white frost emanating from his strike, like a gust of pine-laced winter wind and falling snow rushing straight forward.
Guo Hongyao was caught off guard, seeing only a handful of snow flying toward her. She couldn’t even tell whether it was sword light or dharma light. The piercing chill swept over her, and she blankly thought, A talisman?
The command token in Guo Hongyao’s hand was no ordinary item, and its instinct to protect its master acted faster than she could. The stored Merging Fire burst forth, drawing her mana into it and forming a gray wall of fire in front of her.
But she was only a meter away from Li Xijun. Even Chi Zhiyun and Li Chejing, both sword essence cultivators, maintained the distance of a meter in battle. Purple Mansion Realm cultivators would retreat three meters before Shangyuan.
Yet Guo Hongyao stood only a meter from a sword cultivator who had formed sword essence. Han Lin could practically reach her hem. The hasty wall of Merging Fire was completely useless. Han Lin’s true blade sliced clean through it, cleaving it in half. Her eyes were filled with dazzling white snow, then she felt a chill on her neck.