Beneath the purple Sect Robe, a scimitar exuding a chilling, eerie aura suddenly flew out—its blade like a crescent moon, without handle or guard.
The instant it whirled out, the light and space inside the hall twisted and darkened, as if disturbed by some invisible force.
The light dust in the air was swept by the Sword Energy, igniting instantaneously like phosphorus fires, swirling around Baili An, sealing his aura dead.
With a soft hiss, the scimitar, cold as the moon's edge, cleaved across Baili An's body.
In that instant, Ning Feiyan's pupils widened, without a moment's hesitation, she recalled the scimitar, controlling it with her qi, the blade quickly bending back in mid-air, slashing towards Su Jing.
Ning Feiyan's expression was solemn and calm, she didn't know how to describe the shock she felt.
