Chapter 65: The Mountains Are Beautiful, My Butt Is Freezing, and My Hands Are Freezing Too

A sharp sword-aura arrived, piercing the air, while the five women surrounding them struck at once.

Seventh-grade again!

Lu Jianjia was shocked. Were there not only a handful of seventh-grade martial artists who were young?

How could this girl, who looked young, have reached the seventh-grade realm? The jianghu was truly as Old Yang had said, a bottomless lake; no one knew what kind of monsters were hidden beneath the surface.

“Cold Moon.”

Just as the sword-aura blocked the attacks of the other five women, the yellow-clothed woman’s sword struck against the body of Gu Shiyi’s blade.

The longsword bent under the pressure, her gaze icy.

Behind her, the women pulled out throwing knives from their hands in unison.

“Don’t move yet, let me handle this.”

The woman pulled back and leapt up, performing three sword-blossoms in succession. The blossoms hung suspended in the air, beautiful yet strange.

But Lu Jianjia’s heart tightened. These sword-blossoms were stunningly beautiful, but they were formed of true qi, and their power was certainly not to be underestimated.

“Be careful.”

Lu Jianjia called out a warning, and the yellow-clothed woman let out a light laugh, spitting out a single word: “Go!”

The sword-blossoms in the sky scattered instantly, each petal turning into a strand of sword-aura. Dozens of sword-auras shot directly toward Gu Shiyi.