Fairy in Blue (*ﾟﾛﾟ)!!: 'No way?!!'
As the two weapons collided, the woman had directly used nearly ten percent of her strength in this strike.
Yet, as she gazed at the still-indifferent face before her...
The Blue-Clothed Woman seriously suspected that if this person wasn't like her, then they were still holding back.
Clang!!!
The two remained in a stalemate for a moment; at the point where the sword's edge met the scabbard, the cold air pricked like fine needles.
At the same time, the woman was surprised to find that after the extreme cold power of her Shuanghua Sword invaded the opponent's scabbard through contact, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean.
All the chill seemed to be swallowed by a bottomless abyss, without even a single ripple!
In the next instant, the scabbard in Acheron's hand suddenly exerted force, violently knocking the opponent back.
"This elder sister truly underestimated you! Then how about this move?"
Immediately after, the woman's eyes closed slightly as her hand formed a profound hand seal, and blue fireflies quietly flickered around her.
As her spiritual power surged like a tide, the scattered snowflakes instantly turned into a blizzard that filled the sky, silently sweeping through the surroundings, changing the very color of the world.
In just a flash, the temperature in half the space plummeted to the freezing point, and even the air seemed to be frozen into frost!
"This is..."
Acheron felt the snowflakes falling on her palm; the icy sensation pricked like fine needles. The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and even her breath turned into white mist.
A hint of surprise couldn't help but rise in her heart.
"How familiar..."
Then, the woman's eyes widened, as if frost were condensing in her pupils, and the Shuanghua Sword in her hand trembled slightly.
It then transformed into a sharp blue light, hurtling down from high above.
Acheron stood quietly in place, not moving a step, merely raising her gaze to watch the trajectory of the attack with burning intensity.
'Sword Condensing Cold Frost.'
In the next moment, the flowing light in the sky split like a fissioning galaxy, rapidly dividing in the blink of an eye—
One became two, two became four...
In an instant, hundreds and thousands of sword shadows and frost, carrying the power of heaven and earth, fluttered toward that small, graceful figure like a sky full of snow.
Shuaaaa—
The flying swords fell like a torrential downpour.
A smug smile hung on the Blue-Clothed Woman's lips, her gaze sweeping across the battlefield like a searchlight, as if she had already foreseen Acheron's comical state of being defeated and humiliated.
"How is it?"
This time, she was different from the previous enhanced basic attack.
This move, Sword Condensing Cold Frost, wasn't exactly a trump card, but the woman had used nearly thirty percent of her power.
Surely Acheron must be reaching her limit!
However, when she saw the reality clearly, that smile instantly vanished, replaced by a look of utter shock.
Clang...
The glints of blades and swords intertwined like a net, yet a red graceful figure walked leisurely through it, every step landing in the center of the storm.
In the bone-chilling "blizzard," the frost was like a venomous snake coiling around her.
Yet she seemed not to feel it at all; only a few wisps of white frost quietly stained her long red dress, but her fluid movements didn't pause for a second.
Just as the woman wanted to increase her spiritual power output...
She heard Acheron's thin lips part slightly.
"Existence is fleeting as the dawn's dew, destined for oblivion."
In the next second, Acheron's figure instantly turned into a purple flash, moving as fast as a spark.
Her form seemed to split into four illusory afterimages, nimbly weaving through the thousands of sword shadows.
In a mere instant, the four figures suddenly merged into one, turning into a purple sword light that pierced directly before the woman, striking the heart of the formation with unstoppable momentum!
"On the still waters of oblivion, I guide the wandering souls."
"Shuanghua!!!"
Boom!!!
A powerful aura poured out like a tide, and all the buildings within a few miles were flipped by an invisible force. The surfaces of the bricks and stones were quietly covered in a layer of crystal frost, as if a winter wind from the northern lands had swept through.
High in the sky, two figures clashed, blade against sword, creating a piercing metallic screech that made even the clouds tremble slightly.
For the time being, they remained in a stalemate, power flowing silently between the blades.
"Shuanghua for a Thousand Miles, Frozen for a Thousand Miles!"
Feeling the unstoppable, immense force on the hilt...
The woman's expression became truly serious at this moment.
Her brows furrowed, and her aura surged once again like an arrow leaving a bow, even her hair fluttering slightly due to the surge of power.
Seeing this, Acheron was momentarily paused.
In an instant, space suddenly froze, and blue Daoist charms emerged like stardust in the surroundings, quietly spreading.
Above the sky, the air suddenly solidified, transforming into countless sword intents with a cold, sharp light, all aimed directly at the center of Acheron's brow.
By the time Acheron regained her senses, she found herself trapped in a desperate situation, surrounded by ten thousand swords.
(Fumina: Hi3rd Sushang?)
"How is it, dear one? I truly didn't expect that you could actually force this sister to use a sword art and get this serious!"
At this moment, the Frost Sword Fairy's expression was no longer as frivolous as before; it had turned into one of focus.
Even she was surprised that she had been forced by Acheron to use nearly sixty percent of her strength in this spar.
Frost Sword Fairy ( ˘▽˘)っ: 'This time, you should finally be at your end!'
Acheron: (๑•. •๑)
Acheron felt a minuscule sense of stagnation, like a thin mist clouding her heart, which vanished in an instant.
Her peripheral vision swept over the sword formation surrounding her; the sword light fell like moonlight, weaving into a scene of quiet murderous intent.
She secretly "Acknowledged" this foe in her heart.
If not for this Mirror Space, this one move alone... would probably have turned half of Muyun City into ruins.
Before the Frost Sword Fairy could finish her sentence...
"Well? If you beg—"
The previously stagnant space seemed to freeze even time itself at this moment, silent and soundless.
The woman still maintained her original expression, a hint of daze in her eyes.
But in the next instant, she suddenly felt the vibrant colors in her vision being quietly drained away... leaving only a deathly silence of black and white, as if her soul had been emptied.
At this very moment.
The Frost Sword Fairy's spirit, which far surpassed that of ordinary people, surged like a wild tide.
Her clear thoughts suddenly outpaced her physical movements, as if her soul and body had separated.
Her pupils shrank, a flash of shock in her eyes, but her body remained frozen and unable to move.
It was as if, in a certain moment, she keenly sensed a speck of red quietly departing within the black-and-white world.
"Stream forth... the gleam of old blades."
...
All of this happened in a mere instant, as illusory as a dream.
Except for Acheron, no one knew what had happened in the previous moment, as if time had been quietly erased.
The Frost Sword Fairy was no exception.
In her sapphire-like pupils, a look of bewilderment quietly spread.
But she knew one thing clearly—
The sword formation she had released had suddenly vanished into thin air!
She couldn't even trace the source, and a sense of unease and confusion welled up in her heart.
Shuaaaa————
The noisy sound of rain entered the space again, breaking the original silence.
The Frost Sword Fairy looked up blankly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
The current Mirror Space was indeed riddled with holes; web-like cracks densely covered the surface of the space, like a shattered dream.
Tiny droplets of rain dripped through the cracks, cold and lonely, as if telling of the space's decay.
Seeing this, the Frost Sword Fairy silently looked toward Acheron, who had a calm expression on the other side.
As if sensing something, Acheron's gaze shifted slightly.
Their eyes met instantly, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air.