Defeat

"Heh heh, Younger Sister Leng Qiu, stop running!" chuckled Leng Tao, his sword fluttering as if making a plum blossom bloom, extremely beautiful, floating ceaselessly towards Leng Qiu, ready to devour her at any moment.

Leng Qiu retreated step by step. Her beautiful face was pulled taut and her bright eyes concentrated intently on his sword.

Leng Tao mocked her while striking, being sarcastic and speaking as ironically as possible.

"Younger Sister Leng Qiu, I have already used ten or so moves, where is your one move? You can beat me in one move, but why are you not attacking, did your sword rust in its scabbard?" laughed Leng Tao.

Leng Tao pressed forward step by step, and Leng Qiu continued to retreat backward step by step.

Leng Qing also retreated a few steps back helplessly.

She tightly furrowed her brows. She never thought that Leng Tao's swordsmanship would be this good.