The howling yin wind rose sharply, completely tearing apart the tavern. The wooden walls split open and the roof soared into the air, revealing the scene within.
A dense black fog formed by thick yin qi surged towards them. Two formations of yin soldiers advanced from the left and right, instantly eclipsing all light, plunging the place into a den of evil spirits.
Jiang Li, sitting cross-legged in midair, furrowed his brows. A shadow of a sword flashed, and his Sword Qi, beautiful and elegant, unfurled like a spring breeze sweeping up peach blossoms. The sword danced like flowers, the qi surged like tides, magnificent beyond compare, splendidly unbridled, revealing boundless vitality, blocking the yin wind.
This was the Famous Flower Beauty Sword that Jiang Li had once witnessed in Huanzhu Building, each move and style embodying the spirit of famous flowers and the bones of beauties, in line with poetry, quite suitable as the "Li Qinglian" move, serving as a disguise.
