After several consecutive jumps, even the corner of Jingxin's clothes did not stick to her. Ou Huazi stopped and started to pant slightly. He snorted and said, "Humph, do you only know how to run? Come and take my stick!"
Jingxin did not answer but shook her head. It was a bit like a Xiucai who met a soldier who could not reason with him. Without giving Ou Huazi a chance to catch his breath, she took the initiative to attack and swung her sword towards Ou Huazi's chest as fast as lightning.
It was too late for him to catch his breath. He took a blow with great effort to shake off Jingxin's sword. As he was about to take two breaths, Jingxin made a circle on the spot and wielded her sword again, aiming at Ou Huazi's throat.
"Oh my goodness, come on!" Ou Huazi cried out in pain, his eyes
