The Cool and Aloof Senior Sister Always Flirts with Me

Chapter 85: Immortal Sword Ice Flow

Half a pot of tea's time ago.

Yan Jue stood on a large rock in the Sword Tomb Valley, coaxing Ice Flow as if it were a child. After a long silence, Ice Flow finally replied.

Ice Flow: "Then suit yourself."

Then it fell silent, as if the previous conversation that had nearly overwhelmed her mind never happened.

Yan Jue tightly gripped the sword hilt.

She slowly began to draw Ice Flow upward.

A dazzling blue light burst forth from the rock, so bright that Yan Jue could hardly keep her eyes open.

With every inch Ice Flow was pulled out, the surrounding spiritual energy increased.

In that instant, Yan Jue realized that the previous conversation was merely a prelude.

This was the true act of "drawing the sword."

It was at this moment that Jiang Mengchu had been sent flying by the immense spiritual power that Ice Flow had emitted.

That was why Qi Xianqing had told her that although Zhu Ying had inscribed runes in her palm, everything still depended on her own abilities.

The fierce winds began to whip around, forcing Yan Jue to lower her body to avoid being blown away.

The light around her grew ever more intense.

A faint blue halo enveloped the area, obscuring the view for those watching from Five Dragon Plaza through the Shadow Capture Box.

Zhu Ying released a wave of cold frost.

This frost was highly lethal; just a single strand could freeze Yan Jue's entire arm.

A massive wave of cold air poured out from Ice Flow, and Yan Jue clenched the sword hilt tightly, closing her eyes as she engaged in a silent struggle with Ice Flow.

A chilling sensation, accompanied by hidden greedy emotions, surged toward her.

Yan Jue even saw a faint light in the distance calling to her: "Let go..."

Within that faint light were blood and a mountain of bones...

For her, as a fox demon, this was undoubtedly a tremendous temptation.

Suddenly, Yan Jue realized something, and her pupils constricted.

She didn't know when, but Qi Xianqing had appeared before her.

In the sunlight, the girl's skin was pale, and her delicate neck faintly revealed blue veins.

The fragrance of the spiritual body wafted into Yan Jue's nose without her noticing.

Instinctively, Yan Jue swallowed.

With just a bite, she could sever Qi Xianqing's veins.

This was an illusion!

Yan Jue darkened her expression, ignoring everything around her, and began to pull Ice Flow upward with all her might.

Ice Flow was the sword Qi Xianqing had promised to give her.

If she couldn't obtain it, wouldn't she be wasting Qi Xianqing's goodwill?

She couldn't allow the sword meant for her to fall into someone else's hands.

Spiritual energy surged within her, the true qi racing madly through her veins.

At this moment, even the slightest misstep could lead to her meridians bursting and her death.