At the same time, holding a long saber that seemed wreathed in flames, he slashed fiercely straight down at Lü Qing'er.
*Whoosh!*
A scorching blade-light whistled through the air. Yet Lü Qing'er did not care in the least. Raising the index and middle fingers of her left hand together, carrying a biting chill, she met the fiercely descending blade-light head-on.
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