193: Chapter 193 The two cooperate to fight the enemy

He struck out with a backhand palm from his left hand, the palm wind carrying a bone-chilling cold as it accurately slammed into the face of the mountain-splitting axe.

Frost spread along the surface of the axe toward the bald burly man's arm, causing his movements to suddenly slow by half a beat.

The momentum of the axe veered off its original trajectory, brushing past Han Qingxue from three feet away.

But this obstruction gave Zhou Heng a moment to catch his breath.

He took the opportunity to retreat several dozen feet, putting distance between himself and Han Qingxue.

"Attack together! Kill this woman first!"

Zhou Heng's face was ashen as he shouted sternly.

The tall thin man using the chain flicked his wrist, and the poisoned chain transformed into countless shadows, attacking Han Qingxue from behind.

The short man using twin blades crept along the ground, his blades crossed in front of him. The edges shimmered with a ghostly blue cold light as he attacked Han Qingxue's lower body.

The bald burly man shook his frozen, numb wrist and swung the mountain-splitting axe once more, charging forward.

Zhou Heng's palms flew, and the Poison Mist transformed into a sky full of green threads, coiling toward Han Qingxue from all directions.

Four people, four directions—two Half-step Martial Spirits and two Great Martial Master Ninth Level.

Their cooperation was extremely seamless.

Han Qingxue stood in the center of the encirclement, her pure white figure weaving through the axe shadows, blade light, Poison Mist, and chains.

Her movement technique was very light and very cold, like a snowflake falling in a frigid wind.

Though seemingly slow, it caused all the attacks to miss, merely brushing past the hem of her clothes.

Every time the sword light flared, it was accompanied by the sound of shattering ice crystals and splashes of blood.

The chains were frozen, the Poison Mist was solidified, and the short man's blades hadn't even touched her skirt.

The blades were blocked and slid away by a thin layer of frost.

But Ye Yun could tell that Senior Sister wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

The cooperation of the four opponents was too well-coordinated, especially Zhou Heng and the bald burly man; the offensives of the two Half-step Martial Spirits came from the left and right.

One was hard and the other soft, forcing Han Qingxue to deal with pressure from two directions simultaneously.

Additionally, the tall thin man's chains constantly blocked her movement, while the short man's twin blades focused solely on her lower body.

No matter how exquisite Han Qingxue's movement technique was, her room for maneuver was being compressed bit by bit.

More importantly, she also had to be distracted by protecting him behind her.

Ye Yun sat cross-legged on the ground, operating the Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture with all his might to expel the poison.

Most of the toxic Qi on the dark green palm print on his back had already been forced out by his Pure Yang Mystic Power.

However, in the wound on his right arm caused by the chain, the residual toxins were still burrowing into his Meridians.

Every surge of Mystic Power was accompanied by intense, piercing pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

Faster, just a little faster.

Senior Sister couldn't hold out for long; he had to expel the poison before she ran out of strength.

Zhou Heng clearly saw Han Qingxue's weakness as well.

A cold, sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth. While driving the Poison Mist to suppress Han Qingxue's range of movement, he signaled the bald burly man with a look.

"bald burly man, pressure her from the front. Skinny, seal her left path with the chains. short man—follow me around the back, kill the injured one first!"

The bald burly man gave a wild roar as the earthy yellow light on the mountain-splitting axe surged. He charged toward Han Qingxue like a maddened bull.

The tall thin man with the chains struck at the same time, the poisoned chain turning into a sky full of shadows, sealing Han Qingxue's space to dodge to the left.

Zhou Heng and the short man went left and right, bypassing the range of Han Qingxue's sword light and pouncing straight for Ye Yun.

Han Qingxue's gaze suddenly turned cold.

If her sword wasn't fast enough, she wouldn't be worthy of being Master Bai Yuxue's Disciple.

If she couldn't protect the person behind her, then what exactly had she been practicing the sword for all these years?

She raised her azure longsword, and the ice-blue light on the blade suddenly became dazzling.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and countless fine ice crystals condensed in the air, as if a silent blizzard was about to descend.

Her thin lips parted slightly as she uttered two words.

"Ice Seal."

An ice-blue ring of light expanded in all directions with her as the center.

Wherever the ring passed, a thick layer of ice condensed on the ground, and the air froze into a vast white frost mist.

Those shadows of chains were frozen in mid-air, unable to move even an inch further.

Zhou Heng and the short man's figures suddenly became sluggish, their speed slowing by more than half.

The bald burly man's rotating body was caught by the ice layer; his feet faltered, and he nearly fell.

Han Qingxue's figure was as swift as a ghost on the icy surface.

She took a step forward, the frost beneath her feet shattering, and the azure longsword was already at the bald burly man's throat.

The bald burly man's pupils constricted violently as he hastily raised his axe to parry.

The sword tip collided with the axe face; there were no sparks, only the crisp sound of shattering ice crystals.

The sword edge brushed past his throat, missing by only an inch.

Han Qingxue did not pursue him. With a backhand swing, an ice-blue Sword Qi swept out, forcing back the short man who was about to ambush Ye Yun.

The short man's twin blades collided with the Sword Qi.

His entire body was sent flying backward by the shock, a layer of thin ice condensed on his arms, and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open.

As soon as the blood seeped out, it was frozen into red ice beads.

Zhou Heng took the opportunity to strike toward Han Qingxue's back, his dark green poison palm accompanied by a foul wind.

"Senior Sister, be careful!"

Ye Yun called out a warning.

Han Qingxue turned sideways to avoid it, but this palm strike was too fast and tricky; the poison palm grazed her shoulder.

The fabric on her shoulder was instantly corroded, revealing the pale, jade-like skin beneath and a shallow bloodstain.

The wound wasn't deep, but the edges had already begun to turn black as the toxic Qi seeped into her body.

Han Qingxue's brows furrowed.

With a backhand sword strike, the Sword Qi swept past Zhou Heng's neck, leaving a thin, long bloody gash.

Zhou Heng retreated violently while clutching his neck, his face filled with both shock and fury.

This woman was too terrifying.

She was suppressing the four of them alone while still being able to protect that injured kid behind her.

But he didn't panic.

Because he saw the spreading black lines on Han Qingxue's shoulder.

His Natal Poison Essence had already been struck into her.

Ye Yun also saw that wound.

His brows furrowed.

Senior Sister had blocked that palm strike for him.

At that moment, the last trace of poison in his Dantian was completely devoured by the Pure Yang Mystic Power.

Ye Yun opened his eyes, stood up, and moved his left arm.

His shoulder blade still throbbed with a dull pain, but the toxins had been cleared, and his Mystic Power had recovered to seventy percent.

He walked to Han Qingxue's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Senior Sister."

Han Qingxue glanced at him.

That look was still cold, but from her slightly furrowed brows, Ye Yun could read a trace of imperceptible pain and fatigue.

"Leave those two to me."

Ye Yun pointed at the tall thin man and the short man, then looked at Zhou Heng and the bald burly man.

"As for those two Half-step Martial Spirits, Senior Sister, you pick one."

Han Qingxue was silent for a moment.

"Can you manage with your injuries?"

"I can."

Ye Yun moved his right arm; although the wound still throbbed with pain, it was no longer a hindrance.

"I'll stall them. Senior Sister, you focus on dealing with the leader. Leave the bald one to me."

"The bald one is a Half-step Martial Spirit."

Han Qingxue's tone was still cold, but Ye Yun heard the concern in her words.

"I've killed a Half-step Martial Spirit before."

Ye Yun's mouth curled slightly as the fiery red sword light on the burning snow sword flickered.

"That Old Master of the Wu Family was a Half-step Martial Spirit."