Chaos of Saber and Sword

Duàn Yì was like a dragon, his sword like a dragon, his aura soaring into the heavens as he manifested into a true dragon.

Scales and claws complete, dragon whiskers drifting, it wound onward.

Facing the shattered bluestone slabs flying through the sky, the surging spirit in Duàn Yì's heart abruptly ceased. Terrifying force seemed ready to pour forth against this mere feint.

Yet Duàn Yì was not greatly affected. With only a slight tremor of his arm, the tip of the Dragon Abyss Sword erupted with incomparably brilliant sword light, splitting into thousands upon thousands and instantly shattering the slabs into hazy powder that floated through the air.

Then came a shrill, piercing howl. The floating powder was drawn by invisible force, turning into a vortex nearly a zhang across that pressed downward.

Duàn Yì, meanwhile, continued his downward dive without losing momentum, meeting a saber strike that suddenly slashed out from the void, flames hidden within it.

This strike appeared and vanished like a ghost, cutting out precisely from Duàn Yì's blind spot as he dove. Its force stirred the air currents and disrupted one's spiritual senses. It was full of calculation, comparable to the all-out strike of a top assassin.

Yet Duàn Yì seemed to have anticipated it. His movement technique abruptly halted in midair, his arm swung in a full circle, and the Dragon Abyss Sword traced a crescent arc in a backhand stroke, striking the exact center of the Flowing Fire Great Saber's blade with a crisp ding.

Sparks scattered everywhere. Pale frost and blazing flames erupted from sword and saber, dividing the world around the two of them into two utterly opposite realms.

One was like a ten-thousand-zhang glacier, where bone-piercing cold and desolate deathly stillness were all there was in the world.

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