Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 41: 22: Strings of Time, Sounds of Space_6

She could appear anywhere but definitely not in the same place—that was the only certainty Hexia had.

Amidst a somersault, the emerald blade in Hexia's hand clashed once more with Temisia, sparks of shattering light appearing underground.

As their figures interweaved, Hexia stepped on the side wall, leaped into the air like a wild goose spreading its wings, and just as Temisia prepared to strike at the opening with her rapier, Hexia soared upwards, as light as a feather.

Eventually, she stopped high in the air, swung her sword, and countless crystals shattered before rapidly condensing into a brand new, antiquely fashioned longsword. The hilt was square, the blade slender and eight-sided, and a blue tassel adorned the end of the sword.

Wisps of magic power materialized from the void and converged upon Hexia, and the disheveled black hair was now tied back with a Swallow Grass-blue hairband.

She was wrapped in a moon-white, traditional Eastern gown, its collar, sleeves' edges, and hem adorned with blue cloud patterns, while the dress was embellished with motifs of swallows fluttering in dance, the sleeves wide and the belt floating neatly, dignified and splendid.

Natural Sequence 5·Azure Bird's Inheritance: Branch Folding (Legendary Condensing Bead Rank)

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"Ho, interesting. Who did you learn this from? Don't tell me it's just some showy tricks—"

In the blink of an eye, Temisia surged upwards with speed, like a black streak of momentary light, her jet-black sword gleaming like thorny lightning, crossing amidst the sky.

Hexia closed her eyes, no longer relying on sight to sense Temisia's trajectory, but instead depending on her own intuition from her Transcendent Profession, along with rapid reflexes.

At this point, neither had any room to hold back.

In this extremely dangerous situation, Hexia pivoted on the tip of her foot, as if she had seen Temisia's move behind her, twisted her body in the same direction as her opponent's swinging sword, narrowly avoiding the sweeping blade.

The jet-black crystal blade passed an inch before Hexia's eyes, taking with it some strands of her hair, and then her flipping legs kicked towards Temisia's wrist, momentarily weakening her grip and making her struggle to hold the sword.

After twisting around, a glow from the emerald blade flashed past, sweeping away the jet-black magic sword from Temisia's hand. It flew up high and landed on the crystal ground far away.

Disarmed, Temisia beat her wings, shooting up into the sky, with Hexia closely following. The two were like black and white streaks of light, swinging and swaying high in the air and then clashing with each other again and again.

In the end, Temisia suddenly stopped mid-air, and the violet-black butterfly wings behind her dramatically unfurled, their seductively beautiful patterns spreading out, and a multitude of violet-black crystal mist dispersed from the patterns like bullets, shooting downwards and sweeping across Hexia's body.

Being cautious of the unknown attack, Hexia kept swinging her sword to block, deflecting all the incoming violet-black Crystal Bullets, sending them to the surrounding walls and the shaft's steel frames.

And her caution proved correct; the Crystal Bullets that hit the objects quickly corroded and melted them, flowing down like liquid.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Temisia began to cast a brand new secret technique high in the air.

She tossed the jet-black magic sword high, letting it fly into the air, then extended her left hand, the purple Crystal Stone on her wrist turning into vines that began to grow. These vines and leaves spread out to both sides, forming long bow arms laced with branches, and the hollow part seemed to create the pattern of a special Array. A flow of air went straight down from top to bottom, and as the layers of air blew, the thorny purple vines emitted a strange whistling sound.

The previously thrown jet-black magic sword also fell back down, caught by Temisia, and in her hands, the jet-black crystal magic sword stretched and twisted into a unique spiral arrow, with numerous streams of air carrying the Magic Power of the Natural Sequence infusing it, causing the spiral long arrow to burst forth with dazzling light.