With a clattering sound, three silver needles were struck and fell into the mountain stream, while the other four grazed her shoulder, burning a scorched black hole in the plain white robe. Baguru took the opportunity to roar, and the leather pouch at his waist exploded suddenly.
Three black snakes raised their triangular heads, the bifurcated tongues dripping dark green venom, aimed directly at Yun Wuyue's throat.
"A minor trick!" Yun Wuyue lightly tapped the horse's back with her toes, her figure drifting like willow, the Cyan Blade took an unorthodox path, and a move "Frigid Plum Blossom Unfolds" struck at the snake's eye. The sword tip just touched the snake skin, yet she felt the slickness like oil, the snake scales coated with poison to ward off weapons.
The black snake, in pain, wildly lashed its tail, the force of which broke in half the broom-sized shrubs beside the mountain path.
