Three demonic cultivators at the True Immortal Grade 3 pounced simultaneously. One wielded a blood-red long whip, its lashed images winding forward like poisonous vipers; another unleashed a black banner, from which countless resentful souls surged out; the third had purple-black poisonous mist coating both palms, aiming straight for Murong Xue's face.
"Cold Moon Sword Technique — Frosty Sky Snow Dance!"
Murong Xue guided her sword with a finger, and the Frost Sword completely un-sheathed, tracing a graceful arc in the air. In an instant, flying snow filled the sky out of nowhere, every single snowflake containing a fierce, piercing sword qi.
Chapter 692