Empress Fu Yao [Volume 1] (COMPLETED)✔

Sword Skakes Profound Origin

The entire martial arena was sunk into a strange stillness, only broken when the black-clothed youth at the center of the stage, up until now waiting with his eyes closed, suddenly lifted his head, glancing deeply at Meng Fuyao.

He barely had time to retract his gaze before, in a blink of an eye, a black afterimage flashed, and a dark shadow swept straight towards him like lightning. Because the execution and power behind the movement caused the speed to be too quick, a faint crackling explosion "pi pa!" could be heard in the air.

Before she reached him, Fuyao's snow white fingers had already pierced towards him, with an inky dagger flying from her fingertips that glimmered dully in the light. The sharp offensive that caused air to be blown aside shot straight towards his eyes!

In one move was packaged swiftness, deadliness, and accuracy; furthermore, the tricky and dangerous angle of attack was hard to expect. The two combatants were not too surprised, but those of the Profound Origin sect all exhaled uniformly, completely shocked.

The move's power, angle, and speed were perfectly combined into a whole ... throughout the whole Profound Origin sect, perhaps only sect elders had the capability to execute such an attack ...

The youth at the center of the stage let out a light sneer, his heel shifting like flowing water three steps to the back. With a backhanded draw, his azure sword came shooting out from under his arm like a python, piercing towards Fuyao's chest.

The two blades collided, and the striking of metal projected out. The tremors from the strike shook the entire arena, shaking even the vigorous wind to a temporary halt.

Sword wind cut loose Meng Fuyao's hair bun, and her dark hair scattered out like mist. Fuyao flung her head back while biting a lock of long hair between her red lips and white teeth, creating a heart-moving, vibrant image.

The eyes of the opposite black-clothed youth flashed, and his long sword diagonally jumped. In a split second a uncountable number of snow white electric arcs flashed out. At that moment the floating hair in front of the still rushing forward Meng Fuyao unexpectedly pulled straight and quietly drifted downwards like smoke.

While the hair strands were falling, the incoming soft-natured lightning arcs twisted in mid-air, and then promptly vanished into nothingness.

Surprised exclamations sounded within the arena, and several sect leaders even showed bewildered expressions. It seemed the boldly charging Meng Fuyao released inner qi from her whole body in order to shatter the arcs. It has always been known that hard-natured bodies were easily shattered, and soft-natured bodies were hard to shatter; what kind of inner technique did this girl cultivate, to be able to use her qi outside her body, and annihilate objects leaving no trace?

The White Mountain sect master finally began to seriously consider the slender girl in the middle of the stage, yet his expression still contained little worry. It was evident that although the girl's sword arts were outstanding, her skill was slightly worse - despite the fact that her achievements at this age would be enough to shame and amaze many, when compared to Vanishing Sword, who had undergone repeated adventures, faced many opponents, and had made a name for himself in the Jianghu [1] for many years, Fuyao was still found lacking by several degrees.

Wanting to win? In her dreams.

He comfortably shifted in his seat, smiling a bit and stroking his beard.

On stage, after the first exchange of attacks ended in a draw, in a blink two blurred figures one black and one dai [2] were already embroiled in a furious fight. The movements of the two were extremely fast, causing the surrounding spectators to feel a powerful gale blow in their faces and make it hard to breath. The pair of shadows fluttered like a butterfly among flowers, the colors black and dai chaotically intertwining. A myriad of multicolored streaks of light danced above the white stone surface, while close by thin cracks constantly appeared on the smooth ground, intersecting with each other, like a peculiar work of art.